One day last week (when we thought spring was here only to realize it was a tease) the boys and I had a picnic in the backyard. We packed a lunch of turkey sandwiches and climbed into "the clubhouse". We listened to the birds and planes and waited patiently for the rabbit,who occasionally lives in our yard, to make an appearance. We talked about their upcoming birthday, for which Jackson told me he wanted a rainbow, and I answered the question that hangs over the three of us alldayeveryday24/7, "Mama, where's Daddy?" To which I answer, "Work"..."Yeah, he's at wurt" one replies. We soaked in the sunshine and the company. Picnics should be a part of every single day...
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