Every couple of years after weeks and weeks and weeks of freezing cold temperatures it warms up. Just like that. The thaw never lasts, it is only long enough to tempt us with its little spring-like-feel before dropping into sub-arctic weather again.
And right now we are having a thaw. It is downright balmy outside. Not super sunny, but quite warm (comparatively) at almost fifty degrees.
So today we went to the park. Not to sled or play in the snow but to walk the paths and pretend it was spring time. It was wonderful. James happily toddled along beside me until he saw a tree he wanted to visit and then he almost fell over in excitement making his way to their thick rough trunks.
I hope this thaw sticks around because park days with my boy makes me quite happy.
It seems like just yesterday that James was holding my hand wherever we went. Not anymore. Today he saw ducks off the bridge and pulled his hand away so he could have a better look.
He has missed his tree friends, but alas, they are reunited!
He is still all about airplanes and helicopters. Whenever we hear one he stops and looks for it until he's spotted it. Then he points excitedly.
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