Thirty Minutes

Having a medical spouse means that you have to grab time together when you can get it. Sometimes, that means two whole hours. Other times, it means two weeks straight working weekends and conversations over a quick dinner. And today, it meant thirty minutes at the park. Glorious.

We had a wonderful time swinging, laughing, and running around the playground after the toddler while trying to carry on a conversation. Moments like this that we get to share as a family are priceless. I soak up time with my boys, especially when it's the three of us together.

We call this park "Christi's Park," because it's in my friend's neighborhood. And we love, love, love it. Mainly because it's perfect for the toddler's age, and there's never anyone there. (Nothing kills the fun at the park like "big kids". . . moms, you know what I'm talking about.)

On weekends, the toddler becomes extra energized and . . . um . . . extra cranky as a result. If I can find an outlet, like a trip to the park, to expend some of that energy, then yippee my day just got a lot easier. :)

I think he looks like his daddy here. Most of the time, everyone says he looks just like me.

It's still so weird to me that he can go down slides all by himself!

[Come on. There's no way that picture doesn't make you smile. Oh gosh, I could just eat him right up when he's being that precious.]

These two. They're where my heart lives outside of my body.

We added a new element to the swings today: swinging while blowing bubbles. It was a hit. Duh.

I love the moments when the stress of the Terrible Two's melts away into swing sets, bubbles, slides, and laughter. Aren't moments like this what keep all of us going? When we get to enjoy time with the ones we love. When we get to laugh. When we get to forget about everything else, if only for thirty minutes. :)