Only a face like this can illustrate how much fun raking leaves can truly be. Before yard work becomes a chore. Before watching the leaves blow all over the place becomes something you dread. There’s this…the pure joy of raking leaves into a pile and scooping them into the bucket, pretending you’re an excavator. Calling Mommy your construction crew.
Days like this won’t last forever…something for me to take stock of as my firstborn turns four tomorrow. How many more Sunday afternoons will I have where he’s begging me to go outside, in spite of the wind and the nip in the air? Just to spend a few more minutes in the waning minutes of daylight…it was definitely one of those metaphorical moments you want to capture forever but stop in fear of not living the moment in the first place.