(Noah was inside helping dad get all our drinks)
We've walked downtown three days in a row now (1.6 miles one-way). Today we trekked it to breakfast, and then the market (mini pies made this morning: strawberry rhubarb, apple, & raspberry now in my possession), the splash pad, a kid's lemonade stand, and a yard sale promoted by a hilarious girl on the corner wearing a whoopie cushion costume and singing into a megaphone. We bought a book of riddles, an electric guitar, and a Wizard of Oz lunchbox.
My heartful eyes see. I cherish Gray's little legs in shorts with socks and shoes. He is counting down the days until he gets to go back to school he loves it that much. I can't figure out if Ivy is a mirror image of myself or if I am transforming into her. I'm mesmerized by her flair. Noah and Carter are big kids now and suddenly our neighborhood seems smaller. Their bikes go farther, out of sight. This freedom and letting go seems to come naturally, a meeting in the middle sort of thing. Happy scary love.