Friday evening was my definition of a perfect evening. When the boys woke up from their naps, we all just played in the playroom - goofing off and building towers and being silly... just precious time with the boys. Then something happened!
Jackson rushes to the window - "what was the that! WHO is here!? I bet it's DADDY! I need to go investigate!" (btw - investivate is pronounced "invessstagaaay"). Yes, sweet boy - let's do investigate.
Yep. Daddy.
And feathers in our hair.
And a gorgeous sunset.
And street soccer.
And happy boys with tons of energy.
Enjoying a gorgeous evening with my three boys: perfection.
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