A Day at the Park

Patriot Park

Last weekend we got to spend a beautiful day at our local Patriot Park with friends. It’s so local, we were able to walk there from our home. This park was an undeveloped field known as “Future Park” for the better part of 20 years. It’s pretty awesome now, although it was wonderful as a wild place, too.

Asher and R Sliding

The kiddos had a blast playing. Lucas showed us how he can do the monkey bars now! He has tried for so many years and now he can do it! Very exciting.

He Can Do Monkey Bars Now! Almond Blossoms, So Sweet Lamppost

I got to take photos of my darlings under the almond trees, which I had been eyeing for a few days.


We got to clown about. Our darling Headra was visiting us!

R & R: Photos for Their Parents

We took some portraits of the delightful H kids …

My Boys under the Almond Blossoms

and some of my handsome guys.

My Beautiful Son

Lucas climbed a tree.

R and Asher among the Almond Trees

Asher tagged along after R, who is very sweet to him. The sky was very dramatic after the rainstorm of the night before. It felt so nice to be outdoors and surrounded by the scent of almond blossoms.

The walk home felt a little long for the kiddos, but the hot chocolate at the end proved to be a sufficient reward.

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