This winter has been so strangely warm. One afternoon last week, I decided the temps were high enough that we could even indulge in the tradition we ordinarily reserve for the warmer months...our five o'clock stroll. It's never too long or too elaborate, just a way to break up the time between naps and bed. My escape from the witching hours.
We headed down to the National Mall, where we found an empty bench near the carousel.
We've never actually ridden the carousel. We just watch other people ride. And, really, I think they enjoy that more.
We ate bagels.
We threw balls.
And we hung around until Little Guy suggested that "we head on up to some place warm now."
The Mister and I are making a life for our family just outside Washington, DC. He spends his days (and many nights and weekends) working at a law firm in the city. I spend mine caring for our greatest blessings. This is the journal of our lives.