Today was the first day of summer and it was a gloriously beautiful day, the kind of day one dreams about mid January. The kind of day where the sun takes pride in the blue sky, bouncing rays of golden light through the scattering clouds.
A day for swinging at the park,
for eating popsicles on the back porch.
A day for an early morning walk.
HT would race down the sidewalk from tree to tree and rest in its shade.
EM tried to follow as fast as his little legs could carry him. He bounces when he runs and it is so dang cute. I keep telling myself to get a video. Perhaps tomorrow. We had video of HT running but lost it when the computer crashed the last time. He would hold one arm behind him as a ballast and swing the other one as fast as he could pumping with all his might. (Sigh)
It seems inconceivable to me that one year ago EM wasn't even walking let alone running.
People keep telling me that having had my children later in life (40's) that they will keep me young. Quite frankly I think they are making me older faster. Some days it is impossible to keep up.
Today was one of those days.
And I wouldn't have traded it for the world.