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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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