To be a kid again….

Embarassingly enough, the rule at our house is – “if we’re not going anywhere and nobody’s coming over, you can choose your own outfit”.  Sometimes that has interesting consequences, and reveals a surprising lack of … taste?  knowledge of color coordination?   I don’t know.  All I know is that it is most definitely worthy of a picture.These were taken on the one nice day we were home before the last of the leaves fell off the gorgeous tree in our backyard.  It’s so often the simple things that are worthy of joy… like the way Ben is eyeing his granola bar (or in his words “gramella bar”).As a kid, it doesn’t get much better than this.  Don’t you just look at pictures like this as an adult and think to yourself, “I remember what that feels like?”.  Not like you remember your computer password or your cousin’s birthday, but tangible, visceral memory.  You can feel that wind in your hair and the scratchy crackle of leaves, the cool air and the smoky fireplace smell of it.  And to think I had to drag myself away from work to experience this….And I’m so glad I did.  Because three days later those leaves were gone.You have to grab the good stuff while you can.

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