I hate to intrude upon somebody else's simple, beautiful moment, but since both of these people are my precious darling sweethearts, I'll just have to hope for forgiveness.
It was cloudy and hot and the humidity was swelling around us. Since it was a good ten degrees cooler than it had been for weeks, though, we played outside. The girls ran back and forth from the creek to the porch, flying over grandpa's lawn and creating their own cooling breezes.
Daddy found a better way to enjoy the evening: the hammock.
But racing with your sister on a hot summer evening can really take it out of you, y'know? Sweaty brows, bright cheeks, worn-out legs...they all led her to daddy's side.
And here is where I'm really intruding: daddy was quite grumpy this day, if I may say so. Brooding and quiet, distracted and withdrawn. Still, the beauty of a grumpy day...
is that it can all be turned around with a small snuggle. It won't be cured, exactly, but it can be lightened. Relieved. Softened. And I will submit, on daddy's behalf, of course, that a snuggle with his babyest girl is the perfect reason to not be grumpy at all.