Crunchy Leaves

Days are getting longer, and surprisingly warmer. We spend as much time outside as possible, and we're secretly dreaming of swimming pools and summer nights from beneath our jackets and hats. Walking to the park near our house has become something we do daily. Beckett picks up sticks and rocks along the way, and I teach him things like holding hands to cross the street and how to step on crunchy leaves. Life is fairly simple and moving at an even pace, and for now that's just perfect.