These little kids of mine remind me to live. To love. To stop and giggle at the little things. To get down on the ground in a patch full of un-mowed grass (ps. grass makes me itch) and hide inside a too-small-for-me kids tunnel until someone comes to find me. It’s games like this that I love.
Its games like this that I never thought I would play as an adult. Candyland. Check. I spy with my little eye. Classic. Hungry Hippos. Of course!
I’m learning that kids really bring out the kid in us. Ryan and I have never been so mature and yet – so immature – in our lives. Oh, these little kids of ours. God bless them.