Our nerves were raked against the coals again on Wednesday night with a dose of unfortunate news that will affect our lives once we move back to California. It’s nothing permanent or devastating, but certainly added stress during a time that we are stretched pretty thin. We’ll manage though, as long as we have our health-especially after the last few weeks-I feel like we can deal with pretty much anything.
Justin and I woke yesterday morning after a restless night and the weight of the world felt crushing. Until the sun came out and promised a beautiful day, and I realized had all morning with Beau and Zoe to do whatever we wanted until it was time for pre-kindergarten.
As long as we are all healthy, in the grand scheme of things that is all that matters. Yesterday was beautiful and the sun and warmth that it brought was just what we all needed.
We set out for the park but made a few necessary pit stops along the way.
This day called for balloons and the best bagels in New York City. Can you believe they’re in our neighborhood?
Oh, the park. Such a normal part of our routine when the weather is nice. We missed this so much-especially Beau.
We spent over an hour playing with balls and chalk, swinging and sliding. The perfection of this morning in it’s simplicity struck me profoundly. All I need is them.
We closed the chapter on this Wednesday with the sounds of thunder and rain, and the humbling peace that a good storm brings.
It was a really good day.