On Days Like This

Sometimes on a lovely spring day, like today, when I'm watching the kids play in the backyard

Running around like nuts

Practicing summersaults

Chillin' on the back steps

Seeing Reagan picking flowers

And showing me her bucketful of blossoms

Tripp blowing bubbles

While I watch the sun shine off the glitter toenail polish on my funky, webbed feet

And check out the massive, tall trees in the backyard

I am ever so aware that soon our lives are going to change.  But change isn't always a bad thing.