We've turned our backyard into the ultimate hangout. We discover things like the sweet flowers that smell (bad if you ask Zay), rough rocks to touch, throw and put in our pockets, and sturdy shade trees to rest underneath. We run through the grass barefoot and share each other's company as we eat our snack on the patio.
It's a place where we the birds chirp and the bunnies run. Where our doggies lounge and then run away to the neighbors yard. And while I yell at the little black pooch to come back, Zay sternly points in the direction of the house while yelling "LEE! MOM!" (He strategically leaves out the "bai" part of Bailey's name and goes with "lee" instead. And he's become so accustomed to hearing me holler at her, he takes it upon himself to help me out, letting her know that Mom is talking to her. It's beyond cute...as long as I'm not too annoyed with the wandering dog.)
So much energy is released in this big grassy space, and each day I'm just plain thankful. While we long to find our permanent home, God has blessed us richly with our temporary home that just happens to come with a big green turf begging for bare feet and playtime.
And as much as we love our backyard...we highly dislike leaving it to go inside for a nap. Certain days it's clearly hard being a two-year-old!
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