A Walk on a Friday Morning

Jamie went to play at Wyatt's house, and since they live only a couple blocks away, Alice and I walked to pick him up.

It was about 52 degrees out and a little windy, so a coat was necessary. A coat and hat.

And I'm not sure I've seen a more adorable almost-2-year old Alice.

Especially when she holds my hand and giggles.

And off we went.

And Miss Alice liked to walk along and squealed and sat down when I would come near her (she didn't want to hold my hand)

But there are times when holding a hand is a must, like when we are crossing the street.

[I'm glad that Charlotte didn't mind when I held on to her and insisted on keeping her close]

And we picked up Jamie.

And while Alice ran ahead, he turned and grinned for me.

Yep, that really is his grin.

And then they ran together...squealing and giggling the whole time.

Ah, it makes my heart smile and giggle, too.

And even thought I'm uncomfortable and sick and huge and don't feel well 80% of the time, I think that walks will be a regular thing for us. Because when my babies are running and giggling and grinning ear to ear, I just want more of it.

Friday walks. And maybe Monday-Thursday, too.