Enjoying a sunny wagon ride in February…because we can.

Latte always likes to come along. Wild horses could not keep her away from the door the minute the word “walk” is mentioned. Usually, she sits in the basket below the stroller, but today she enjoyed a first class seat. That’s why she’s smiling.This one’s for you, Emma.
And Brett picked out a “beer cooly” that would match his shirt. He’s obsessed with coolies. Takes them to people’s houses and everything.Instead of the “figure 8” route we usually take on our walks, we took the long route yesterday, visiting the back of our neighborhood and stopping at the lake to look for turtles. Latte only jumped out once to chase another dog. And, midway through our journey, I became entranced with a “porch” on a house. It had two big white wooden rocking chairs and a little table in between them, atop which rested a beautiful vase of pink tulips. I made Brett stop walking and look with me. “See that? That’s where I would sit with my sister and drink coffee.” Less enthused, he kept walking, but I had to stay for awhile, just standing there, looking at “my” porch. Oh, to have a porch.

Here we are planting our lily bulb today for sweet, sweet Baby Lily who will become Lainey’s pal in April when she arrives (our friends David and Kelly have waited for this baby for a LONG time, and we are so excited with them! Check out their incredibly touching story at Waiting for Lily). We love you Baby Lily and cannot wait to hold you! Lainey put some extra love in the pot so we know our lily will grow just as sweet as the real thing! The small things we enjoyed today: Oh, why the park again, of course! Blue skies, sweet sunshine and a baby as sweet as sugar! Doncha wish you could kiss her sweet cheeks through the monitor? I’ll do it for you…and yes, she’s every bit as delicious as she looks. She’s dessert, I tell you! Dessert! Speaking of, my two-scoops-of-sweetness-with-a-cherry-on-top is chirping a sweet little melody from her crib right now. Ahhh…waking up from naps is delish. She sees me, she smiles, I smile. And it’s lots and lots of Daddy time this weekend too. Pictures to follow, of course.

When I was seven years old, my mom bought me a pair of lavendar double velcro tennis shoes. I wanted them so badly, and when she caved and let me have them–beautiful purple ones, not sensible white lace-ups like most practical mothers would purchase–I remember feeling loved. And as I held my feet up to admire them in the back seat on the way home that day, I remember smiling. “She must really love me. She got me purple tennis shoes.”

Hope my Cubby-cub touches your heart tonight too!