The weather and Paul made this not just a great Mother's Day, but a great day period. Tim woke me with a whispered 'Happy Mother's Day.' He was carrying a travel mug full of hot coffee and cards from him and Luke. Like most Sundays Paul was up before me; a side effect of Luke's sleep issues. We were all outside by 08:00, to and from the park by 11:00 and enjoying BBQ ribs by mid-afternoon.
paul doing the work on my bike (it is mother's day after all)
having a nap in his bike carriage at the park
he never stops
just a short bike ride from our house
next to running, he loves climbing
some mommy time
decided that getting in the water fully dressed was a good idea
spent the rest of the day in nothing but his sandals
I think we were outside for 12 solid hours, just soaking in the gorgeous spring weather.
It's a day for children to celebrate Mom, but when the children are as young as Tim and Luke, it all falls on the father. As with all his fatherly actions, Paul rose to the occasion. Thank you Love.
the perfect bouquet
Walt Whitman's poem "A Noiseless Patient Spider" is the inspiration for the title of this blog, which is an attempt to remain connected to the people who have been part of my life.
Friday, May 13, 2011
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