The walks home from school.

He's learning to run... and go down stairs. This means scrapes and bruises. Nothing is quite so sad as his poor nose today. How does he manage to steal my heart with each smile? Especially when he smiles through the rough and tumble (literally) days.

This kid says he's a "moo" and eats grass. Children are better than any high-paid comedian in the business. These babies are medicine for my soul.

We've been walking to pick up their aunt Emily from school.

He insists on wearing his turtle shell.

This is what I've always wanted.

Hooray for living a life of simple dreams.