do you ever get so tired of your own inner voice, that you just have to stop talking and writing and thinking, and just take some pictures?
today, after ash and i got home from speech therapy, we tossed sweatshirts on the kids and whisked them off to the park, in total disregard of their regularly scheduled nap time. the sunshine and cold air cleared our heads and boosted our spirits. it was a time of little triumphs: ash bravely attacked the big slide for the first time by himself after going down with daddy, and was rewarded with the special joy of big slides. aida blinked and yawned, crawled, and went down the big slide a few times too. and i took pictures.
it was sublime.