Memorial Day

Kate loves, loves, loves picking flowers. So do I.

We had a beautiful time in the country this past weekend, filled with running around in grassy meadows and picking flowers (and weeds), visiting with grandma and grandpa, uncles and aunties and a favorite cousin, and eating takeout dinners from the volunteer fire company chicken barbeque.

We also spent time at my childhood home again.  After years of stop-and-start renovations, it is finally habitable, and it was comforting to stand on the porch at night and see the stars overhead and to awaken with the sun streaming into our bedroom window and the birds singing wildly.

It was also our seventh anniversary, and although we always seem to be in the car driving back from somewhere, it is still a special day.  I cannot imagine life without this amazing man and this little child.

Grandpa dug up a bunch of these so we could plant them around our NYC trees.

Though the time passed quickly, as good times always do, we did manage to relax and unwind a bit and enjoy some simple things.

Kate, Tyler and Jack explore the meadow.

This is the kind of smile I get when I say "Stinky Pants" to Kate as I'm snapping her picture.

Isn't this strange and gorgeous?