I can hear them from my post inside – working.
The laughing and screaming.
My middle two children are in the front yard with their dad, wearing their soccer jerseys from years past. There’s a soccer ball out there among them, bouncing around at the command of bare feet. They are dripping with sweat and red-faced.
Kids against Dad.
I’m not getting much done for all this watching out the window.
Happy times.
Exactly!
jen http://www.learningpatience.wordpress.com