We were lucky to have one beautiful, warm day (70s!) this week. The boys, donned in sun hats and 60 SPF, and myself spent the entirety of it on the back deck playing cars, eating watermelon, listening to the Beach Boys and occasionally reading Frost's poetry aloud. They were not too interested in the latter, although Asher would have happily eaten it (the book).
How many times have I said this? I am in love with them - and I have the best job.