I love this picture. I just snapped it with my cell phone this evening. What a beautiful day. Mid 70's. Sunny. It felt like summer. We went to the playground after work and it was packed. Apparently everyone had the same idea we did. We attempted to share the equipment with the hoards of other kids and parents, but quickly found that playing tag in the grass was way more fun. Of course I'm not a fierce competitor these days given my propensity for waddling, but I can still keep up with a 2.5 year old.
There was a lot of running, tickling, laughing and eventually "flying." There is nothing that the boys like more than being tossed up in the air by their daddy.
Oh to be two-and-a-half. To be given to the sky by the strong arms of my father and trust that I would come down safe and sound. To believe that every day will be running barefoot through the grass with the ones who love me best.
It's good to be two. I only wish that my baby could stay there just a little bit longer.