Making Memories

It was a beautiful day.


There were squeals of laughter, just-right temperatures, ice-cream truck melodies, and rainbows. I wish I could bottle it all up and keep them for later when we're all bundled up and snowed in. I can't do that. But at least I'll have this rainbow.

It was a beautiful day

Big brother was not a fan of the sprayground at first.

Little brother, on the other hand, went for it with gusto

Ryan ventured close enough to feel a spray or two, but always ran back to me. I gently coaxed my boy to let go of my leg, reassured him that it was okay~that he could do it. Gave big hugs and celebrated each step closer with a "You did it!" I told him to watch Evan...

See? It's okay...try it, buddy.

I'm the mama of one of the coolest little boys ever. Oh how I love this boy's spirit.

And then it happened. My boy believed his mama and gave the sprouting turtle a try.

And then he was all in. Literally.

And I was so proud of my big boy for taking a chance. But, had he chosen not to that would have been just fine with me as well.








I watched my Peas play together; they made me smile with my whole face and laugh out loud. I felt like a kid again as I relived the magic of spraying water through my children's eyes.

Memories