Picnic, Parks, and Perfect.

Long morning at the park, wading in the water, letting Charlie touch the shells and rocks on the river banks, Ella running through the fields and picking flowers, watching tadpoles swim, finding baby turtles, swinging, sliding, skipping. No one else there, complete silence. Well, except for the three year old shrieking and asking "why?" a thousand times, and the infant babbling and laughing and also shrieking. But no phones, no email, no chores to be done. Perfect.