They Match
I seem to remember hearing myself say, in conversation destined to be contradicted, that I would never dress my boys in matching clothes.
I'm a liar.
For I quickly discovered that although they look dashingly handsome alone...
...together, they make my heart skip a beat.
Throw in some colorful falling leaves and a brilliantly blue sky and I didn't need that brownie and mint chocolate chip ice cream to make it a perfect day. It was glorious already.
And I took pictures.
We played in the leaves.
Ran off in opposite directions.
And waved at cars passing by. Who might have done a double take -- twins? escaped prisoners?
We climbed on fire hydrants.
And laughed. At pretty much anything.
We played with toys.
And stuck out our tongues. {Maybe I said dashingly handsome prematurely.}
It was a beautiful day.
I'm a liar.
For I quickly discovered that although they look dashingly handsome alone...
...together, they make my heart skip a beat.
Throw in some colorful falling leaves and a brilliantly blue sky and I didn't need that brownie and mint chocolate chip ice cream to make it a perfect day. It was glorious already.
And I took pictures.
We played in the leaves.
Ran off in opposite directions.
And waved at cars passing by. Who might have done a double take -- twins? escaped prisoners?
We climbed on fire hydrants.
And laughed. At pretty much anything.
We played with toys.
And stuck out our tongues. {Maybe I said dashingly handsome prematurely.}
It was a beautiful day.
