You take perfect when you can get it,
and I caught it and held on tight tonight.
We went for a walk at dusk.
The western sky was gorgeous: pink and golden and dappled, and there was a breeze.
My oldest son has been loving on me lately, and tonight he grabbed my hand when we started to walk and he didn't let go.
I looked at Claire's cute outfit and watched her cute little bum as she walked in typical determined fashion in front of us.
Mia wore the shirt she made recently and sparkly shoes.
The boys were barefoot.
We were sharing some of our favorite memories, and we ran through a whole stretch of sprinklers a few blocks from our house.
(See the sprinkles of water on my shirt and Claire's?)
We walked a half mile to the river and the boys were commenting on how much lower the water is compared to in the spring.
All of us walked over to see, and Isaiah and I saw it at the same time.
We've lived 5 blocks from the river for almost 8 years, and I honestly couldn't tell you how many times we've walked this exact stretch of road.
But we've never seen a beaver before!
We watched him paddle around in the water and Claire, upon seeing him, exclaimed,
"Oh my gosh, he's gigantic!"
He settled in on the opposite bank with a stick. And even over the water we could hear him chewing it as we watched him, facing us, holding it in his hands, nibbling away.
We stood there for a long time
in complete wonder, admiring.
(Curses! that I couldn't get a good shot of him.)
And then, we walked home, resolving to drop in at his house tomorrow for another look.
Claire requested we hit the sprinklers another time and we did.
The sky was stunning, and my son grabbed my hand again and held it all the way home.
Summer, I am loving you.