Part of my rehabilitative therapy over the week (self-induced) was sitting out on the deck breathing in the 65 degree weather with my three year old. dag. she's cute. we blew bubbles. she blew bubbles, rather. i didn't have the strength to breath out hard enough.
it was so nice outside, however, my nose recognized that old, familiar, little killer-ingredient in the air that quickly wreaks havoc on my family twice a year for two months at a time.
damn killer of healthy springs and falls.
so tonight i started our spring and fall nightly rituals.
God love you.
p.s. up until the age of 4, emma would make all of her "L" sounds "R" - that may be the only bit of her that convinced anyone she was half-asian. if these pictures were of emma, we would have been calling them bubbers today. kind of makes me sad. they grow so quickly. and that is NOT cliche.