Breathing in.

 Saturday was mostly like this---

Subtly saturated with color. A windy stillness. A bursting brightness. Calmness seeping out of everywhere. And what else is there to do on a day like that but go, break out of the house, run, walk, trot, or anything in between, and breath the air outside into the inside of your lungs. We spent the afternoon breathing and bringing the outside into the inside of us. What else is there to do on a day like that---

I may have said we were closing the chapter on the park this year until the seasons churned around to warmer warms and brighter brights. I may have said it was too cold to go to anymore parks, and we may have already said our park goodbyes. Until next year, park, until next year.

But on Saturday? We went to the park.

 Sometimes it's just hard to let go.

We raced to the park like Bub races to the swings when he sees another little boy saddling up with dreams of pumping his legs and soaring to amazing heights. As soon as the only other kid at the park began making a mild meander over to the swing set, Bub snapped with sharp intensity, practically falling over himself to get to the swings first. I think it was more from the panic of missing out on the chance to interact with a new friend than the panic of forfeiting one of the open swings. But we stumbled over ourselves to race to the park with that same fierceness. Drop everything, catapult yourself forward, and go---

But to add some variety, we spiced up our normal park routine with a stroll around the bases. 

And a squat behind home plate to trap some baseball dirt under our fingernails---

And one quick moment for a cheesy, beautiful smile up at mama--

We were bringing the outside into the inside of us, breathing in and capturing.

We were scraping the dirt---

And leaving our mark on the world. Very, very literally.

We were Bub and Teebs and Mama breathing in the park. Marking the world, savoring, dropping everything and catapulting ourselves forward.

We were Bub and Teebs and Mama breathing in everything we could with huge gasps, sucking in and holding all of the goodness. We were just Bub and Teebs and Mama, and just one more afternoon in the park.

And even with brown leaf clumps and windblown locks of tangles, and red cheeks you could practically chip away, we just weren't quite ready to let go of that yet.

Sometimes it's just hard to let go.

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