Perfection

This weekend was classic!

Finally.
The sky was flawless, everyone was happy... Even my mom paid us a quick visit.
The weather was so beautiful, in fact, Isaiah cried every time we went inside.
I must have heard the phrase, "No more home!" about twenty-eight times.
I had words and phrases floating through my brain all weekend - describing how amazing great weather makes me feel.  On our way to the park, I delivered a whole sonnet to my husband about how this has to be the way God intended us to live - on this earth, this playground, with the sun beating down on our faces and the wind blowing through our hair and tickling our necks.
Spring is perfect.
(Except the bugs... ick.)
Crappy weather just feels unnatural.

Happy thoughts, Happy thoughts... my head was filled with happy thoughts.  Even when I thought of my brother, Tommy, my head was filled with happy thoughts.  I watched Isaiah sop his baked chicken nuggets in ketchup on Friday and thought of how my brother used to drown EVERYTHING in ketchup.  I thought of how he used to mash hamburgers down with a spatula so they were flat like McDonalds.  He had a thing for fast food... I laughed when I thought of him.  I made fun of him from my kitchen table hoping he could hear me in heaven and laugh too.  I wondered what this new baby will be like.  If he/she would collect ants in trees like his uncle used to do, whether he/she would think Isaiah's thing for ketchup was gross like I did with Tommy.

I am insanely excited about the weather.  Seriously... you would think I was just released from prison. So, in light of the fact that I have been regurgitating words all weekend.  Here are a few pictures of my child doped up on fresh air... and loving it.