Bare Feet. Soft Grass.

The weekend did not weekend as weekends should. Wyatt took us all down with a flu he bounced back from as soon as the other kids got out of school on Friday. My own empty tank was certainly not sufficient to support Benjamin’s needs, and every moment dragged on like its own emergency. It is a euphemism, at best, to say we had a tough one.

Thankfully, everybody was feeling better on Monday. I took the little guys on a late afternoon trip to put bare feet on soft grass, catch tadpoles with my kitchen strainer and measuring cup, and breathe in beauty. Nature restored us, washed the weekend away, and brought brothers even closer together.