Summer bliss in my book.
(And this place is a mere three blocks from our house-I love that.)
I'm pretty sure these water park days will be ear-marked in the memory books of my boys, too.
Oh My Serious Fun.
I love to watch them play in the water, rush down the slide, water drops dripping from their noses. I love the way water keeps their minds busy for hours, while I sit and take it all in. But this last time, what I loved the most was the way Asher snuggled into me after getting hurt, wrapped in a towel and fell fast asleep. It's been a really long time since I snuggled a sleeping boy baby, rocking back and forth and nuzzling blond hair. (They are just growing far too big.) I loved it, every second of it, even while I knew I needed sunscreen that I couldn't reach for without waking him, and therefore fried my Scandinavian-pale arms and legs.
These red and white stripes across me are totally worth it. Kind of like stretch marks.
This post is a part of Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chatting at the Sky. Thank you, Emily.