Standing by a lake under an orange-leaved tree watching your son run joyously through a mud puddle, splattering himself with muck up to the waist, over and over and over again, while everyone who walks past smiles.
Oct
11
2009
Oct
11
2009
Standing by a lake under an orange-leaved tree watching your son run joyously through a mud puddle, splattering himself with muck up to the waist, over and over and over again, while everyone who walks past smiles.
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Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
I remember those days! (Nowadays, it’s crunching through the leaves with my littlest, spotting conkers for her collection. And eldest… has had yet another growth spurt and is so TALL it’s untrue.)
The joys of motherhood, eh?