I haven't posted anything for months and so here I am playing catch up. I ran across these photos that I took in the late afternoon on a gorgeous, April day. I love how the low sun makes long shadows in the grass and how the silhouetted figures show Ezra and his Grandpa engaged in one of Ezra's favorite activities in the whole world--throwing rocks in the creek. A warm sun, a crisp breeze, and a bubbling, singing creek. It was one of those afternoons when the world truly seemed carefree and perfect. (Especially since Ezra didn't take an unintentional swim, like he had the day before.)
That does sound like a lovely day. With PePaw. Could there be a cute name for Grandpa?
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