Every evening, we take the kids to the park for a walk. We’re very blessed to live near a gorgeous stretch of parks, connected by paths, a creek, lots of trees, playgrounds, and lots of other friendly people who say hello.
Most days the boys will ride their bikes. Sometimes we let them take their scooters, or a ball, or a something new to break the routine. But every day is different. Every day is a new adventure.
Some days my husband takes the boys out by himself, while I cook dinner. And look what they get up to!
Although part of me is aghast by the civil irresponsibility – there’s something really remarkable about walking along and seeing the names of the people you love written in concrete.