After hopping out of bed this morning with a slight spring in my step, I vowed that things were going to change. Last week was a downer week, and this week, would not be.
The air was filled with warmth, so we sailed on the breezes. Over to a brand new park, where trains wooshed by and the older wooden playground still stood in the background.
This handsome guy might be the cutest little boy in the world (thankfully my second was a girl, so I can say those sorts of things without guilt).
The fresh air did wonders for all of us. The kids played together. Which anyone with multiple children will tell you... . is cause for celebration.
We of course ended up on the older playground. Plastic play structures will never be able to replace the simplicity of wooden jungle gyms and steel diggers.
This photo called out to for sepia tones. Behind the swings were tall trees, miles of harmless ivy wrapping around them, as well as hints of poison ivy. There were shiny new swings just a few feet away, but my little girl was drawn to the ones that showed their years.
A Monday filled with tire swings and sweater weather is a good start to the week. The rest of the day was spent smiling, playing, going on walks... and we hardly yelled at each other. The winds of November are bringing change. Peaceful days with a calmer spirit.
