the park around the corner

Lazy Saturday mornings where you wake up late, throw on some clothes, and head to the park without brushing anyone’s hair are the best.

Especially when you were drawn outside by the light to begin with and bring your camera.

Especially when your husband tries to ride your son’s skateboard down a hill and biffs it MAJOR. Into the grass. Luckily for him. I can still start laughing when I picture this taking place. I am laughing right now.

Especially when you get to make birthday cakes out of wood chips with your daughter while marveling at how adorable her hand dimples are.

Especially when you get to see how swinging releases your oldest daughter from so many of her mental chains. And she relaxes and smiles and is free and glows.

Especially when you melt over your youngest son’s freckles.

Especially when you catch both of your boys relieving themselves on the same tree at the same time.

Especially when the hair on your girls floats about their head and bounces in the sun while they swing.

Especially when you sit on a bench with your husband and squeeze his hand and he knows it is because of all of this, without having to say a word.

xo

Tara

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36 Comments

  1. This is exactlly why, on Christmas morning, our kids woke up to a playset with swings in the back yard. Something magical about it.
    And hubby biffing. Hilarious.

  2. tara,
    I love these fun pictures of your children!
    and the words that go with them, make me melt.
    I hope you do blog books of your family posts
    because they are amazing! I always absolutely
    LOVE your client work, but your family photos
    make me melt & my heart sing!!
    esp. love this post!
    tara

  3. the pix of McKenna on the swings are very moving, despite not knowing her. There is a look on her face that speaks volumes. You and your husband have beautiful children.

  4. You are making me miss my California days! Sunny mornings and playtime with the family. I have lots of those relaxing and free moments memories from our time there…..

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