Bliss

I'm at a place where I really need to start on something or maybe just finish other somethings in order to move forward, but I just can't.
#2 is kicking my booty, and I've been too pooped to be that productive in the evenings after Henry goes to bed, when I have a couple of hours to myself while Andrew sweats it out in the garage building our barnwood dining room table.

So instead of a nice, thought out post about family, friends, summering, babies, life, work, or anything that falls in between, you're getting this.

Relishing in simple bliss.

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Backyard exploring.

What goes up must come down?

Lashes.

An adventure down the street to jump in rain puddles that made this boy's day.