I love it when a simple thing like an evening walk turns into a wonderful memory. Last night we went for a stroll. It was cool enough to wear long sleeves and jeans even. I was pulling you in the wagon and Dada was walking Shai. We got about a half mile down Snow and found wild blackberries and mulberries. You were eating them as fast as I could pick them. Your hands and face were purple. It was like finding hidden treasure. Then your Dada was taking chunks of dried dirt and smashing them on the road, so of course you wanted to be cool like him and did it too. You looked so cute with your purple victorious little smile. I wish all of our days could be relaxed and comfy like that.
