A day last week it topped 70 degrees and we took advantage of it by packing a picnic lunch and spending the day at the park. And I mean, the day. Playing on the equipment lasted a while, but we did lots of other things too. We made bark boats and watched them float (or not float) down streams. We went on a walk through the parks and made lots of great discoveries. We held our own concerts. We fed the masses of starved fish.
All in all, we had a ball.
That was, as Wendy (in Peter Pan) would say "The beginning of the end."
Now, I am still a sunburn while also nursing two sick kiddos.
It seems that the warm weather was too fleeting and the mix of the warm and cold has given both children a bad case of the sickies.
Burning temperatures. Horrible, breath-snatching coughs. Vomiting flem. Really pleasant things, like that.
We didn't make it to church this morning for this very reason and my Sabbath just isn't the same.
As a way of escape, I post the rest of the wonderful pictures from that wonderfully warm, blue skied, not-a-care-in-the-world day from last week.
May it's twin arrive soon and might we all be well enough to enjoy it when it gets here.