Over the years I have had a number of birthdays. One every year, as far as I can remember. This year my birthday fell on a Sunday, and it was a textbook lazy Sunday. At some point we made our way over to Tyler Park and I got to watch my lovely ladies run around in a field, imagining they were butterflies.
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Once the time in the field was done, we moved over to the creek. There the girls sat barefoot next to the water, throwing stones and watching the ripples.
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It was shaping up to be quite a lovely day, but then Annabelle and John showed up and it got that much better. See for yourself.
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There is something about watching kids, playing in a creek, sifting through dirt and rocks, not caring about how wet or dirty they get, that is incredibly refreshing. Even though it was my birthday, I don't think that I had the best time; however, it certainly gave me pause to think of Kurt Vonnegut. If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.
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![](https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7702/26913162944_78aa0335de.jpg)
Once the time in the field was done, we moved over to the creek. There the girls sat barefoot next to the water, throwing stones and watching the ripples.
![](https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7626/26914002383_615882b6c4.jpg)
![](https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7394/26914000773_576e8c7f4d.jpg)
It was shaping up to be quite a lovely day, but then Annabelle and John showed up and it got that much better. See for yourself.
![](https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7446/26913156114_f69d99105a.jpg)
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![](https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7510/26913987703_e0c427d747.jpg)
There is something about watching kids, playing in a creek, sifting through dirt and rocks, not caring about how wet or dirty they get, that is incredibly refreshing. Even though it was my birthday, I don't think that I had the best time; however, it certainly gave me pause to think of Kurt Vonnegut. If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.
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