Spring finally arrived this past weekend, giving us a preview of all that is to come. The sun shone bright and the temperatures reached near eighty and we spent nearly every hour outside. Mila wore her pink boots and pushed her babies in her stroller, Cruz rode his ziggle and learned to fly a kite, and we all loved walking barefoot in our grassy yard, a much different story from our field of mud last spring. Beau built us two big garden beds for all our veggies, we scrubbed our back and front decks, I cleaned a few windows while the kids drug out every garage toy we own, and we soaked dirty feet in the tub before tucking two sacked out kids in bed Saturday night.
Sunday, Papa and Grandma paid us a visit after church. We rocked in rockers on the porch and drank sun tea, and took the kids for a walk to the pond at the end of our neighborhood, where we laid on a quilt, watched the clouds, and held our breath every time Mila threw a rock in the water for fear she'd follow it in. We ended the weekend with our first dinner outside on the deck, our favorite room of the house. The Lumineers serenaded us as we shared grilled chicken and mango salsa, and all felt right in the world.
It felt so good to get this camera outside again. I'll let the pictures do most of the talking...
Raisins and rainboots on a Friday night...
Cruz, the masterful kite flyer. Until the kite got stuck on the neighbor's roof and the string broke on a shingle. :)
Saturday morning scrubbing. Mila threw a fit when I wouldn't give her my scrubber, so we found the next best thing...
We walked up and down our street a dozen times on Saturday, pushing babies in our pink boots and chasing soccer balls all the way to the mailboxes.
"Whatch-you want, Daddy?" (Mila the waitress, taking notes for the chef)
Watching Daddy work. And drinking his water.
We didn't have a yard last spring or summer, so watching the kiddos run around and walk barefoot in our backyard this weekend was pure joy. We have arrived.
Finished projects...
And tiny blooms on our tiny little tree...
Sunday church and a sweet little dress for Mila girl...
I love these pictures of the two of them. I couldn't get enough of watching them explore together. Cruz would climb over rocks and Mila would cup her hands by her mouth and yell, "Be careful, Cruzy!" like a little mother hen. Then she'd run full speed at the pond with a fistful of rocks and we were sure she was going in. Her and her wild pony and wild spirit.
Books with Papa Curt...
And an apple to end a good good day.
As long and cold as the winters seem, spring always comes around. And it seems to get sweeter every year...
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