Note to self: Read this post when Nate is a teenager

It was one of those sunny spring days that we don’t usually get untill May.  The wind was just enough to cool my bare shoulders against the suns warm glow.  The clouds raced against the sky and danced shadows along the lawn sprinkled with violets and buttercups.  Nate ran after pepper, her black coat gleaming in the sunlight.  The wind blew whirligigs out of the old maple, and they danced around them, boy and dog, like little fairies come to bless this moment.  His laughter pealed out of him as he chased the dog, chubby legs trying to keep up.  The sweet innocent giggle that can only come from a child.  I want to remember this day for the rest of my life.