The weather has been, well, almost balmy here in Kentucky. The day before this park day was absolutely beautiful. (Sunny, high 50's, blue skies) So, that day I declared to my cooped up kids, "Tomorrow, we are going to the park to have a picnic." Cheers erupted. However, that next day we woke to gray skies and a cold breeze. I was hoping they would forget my declaration from the day before. Not a chance.
My pretty wind-blown little girls.
happy kids playing at the park
Catherine taking pictures of her mama. It looks like I am blessing myself. Ha.
After playing on the playground we decided to head out onto some paths that the park has. We came to a little stream right in the middle of our path. We could have turned back, but it was so touching and, well, inspiring to see my guys problem solve and help each other across the muddy stream. And besides, we couldn't pass up an adventure.
While Mary Jane was helping John Paul across the "raging river" all he could say was "Let's just go back to the playground guys!"
At one point one of his siblings said, "John Paul, you're not going to die! The worst thing that could happen is you fall and get all muddy."
As soon as John Paul's feet hit the shore he yelled, "Yeah!" Which caused us all to bust out laughing.
Real is the mud I have been cleaning off of all of the shoes and clothes.
~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
with the lovely ladies at Like Mother, Like Daughter