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Emily:
ReplyDeleteYippee! Your boy found the outdoors, and loves it. I wonder who influenced that behavior... That is a lovely shot of Elliott. Mom and Dad are going to love this time with him. Way to be a good Mom. Keep up the good work of good parenting..
Richard
Thank you! Yes, at this point it's pretty clear we share some DNA. It's been a fun spring, and I'm so looking forward to more parks and beaches and wooded trails this summer. Hope you're well, Richard!
DeleteOh, how your baby boy has grown. And to teach him that love of the outdoors...what a gift.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it a joy to experience life through the eyes of a little one?
I can think of very little else that has kept me more present, more in awe of the little gifts of singular moments. And growing like a weed, Audrey! At this speed, it is all a little hard to comprehend.
DeleteOther revelations: that spurt of growth, the responsiveness of a smile, the confidence of sturdy little feet upon the ground.
ReplyDeleteHappy spring to all of you -- even the shadow!
Yes! To think that the shadow is a part of lives now, too, is a sweet thought. :)
DeleteI hope he always finds the great out doors fascinating :))
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by the farm the other day , glad he enjoyed the baby chicks !
Yes! Thanks for pecking your way over here, Willow.
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