Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Dragon and The Camel

Today, my friend Christi and I loaded up the kiddos and headed out to Wye Mountain to see the daffodils. We packed a picnic lunch, and with the temperature in the mid fifties and the sun darting in and out of the clouds, it was the perfect day for picnicking and daffodiling with friends (I can make up verbs if I darn well please).


I went with every intention of getting two very important pictures: (1) a picture for the baby's dedication on May 12th, and (2) a picture of the boys for Baylor magazine's "Baylor Bear Cub Corner."

Was I successful?

No. A fail. And a fail.

But a beautiful day, two beautiful boys of mine, and a wonderful memory, so really, who cares if I got those two pictures? Not I.




The toddler wasn't much for cooperating. Shocking, I know. For the life of me, I could not get him to smile. I even bribed him with a movie when we got home. Nope. Nothing worked. :)

(In case you're thinking, "Um, what are you talking about!? These are precious!" please be advised that I took 241 pictures today.)





The toddler and sweet B have practically grown up together. They've seen each other just about every day of their precious lives. What can I say? They're like siblings.

The toddler decided he was going to be a blue dragon. B's momma asked her, "What animal do you want to be?"

No hesitation. "A camel."

We stifled our laughter just long enough to watch our kiddos--the dragon and the camel--run off, squealing (B) and growling (toddler/ferocious dragon).




And I cried, as I have done every day since finding out we're leaving. It's not that I don't know we'll make wonderful friends and a wonderful life in Virginia. It's just that knowing that fact doesn't make leaving any easier. It doesn't make leaving our precious friends one bit easier.




And I held my babies--my precious, sweet, healthy, wonderful, kissable babies. Because, thank you dear God, they make my heart beat. They make every day magical and worth living well. They make my breath catch in my chest--you know that feeling?--where you know with everything in you that if you expel, you'll let out a sob? That's what my babies do to me.





And just because I'm feeling sentimental, here's a look back at past Wye Mountain excursions:

2011. . .


2012. . .


2013. . .

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