We packed the diaper bag meticulously- baby lunch, baby spoon, baby bib, swim diaper, change of clothes, sunscreen, kitchen sink. (Forgetting just one minor detail...a towel.) We buckled the babe into his seat, ensured a snug fit, supplied sufficient toys, confirmed the stroller was on board, climbed into the front seat, and shook our heads at the vague memory of how easy it once had been to jump in the car and go and just how crazy it is that not so long from now, there will be two. We felt very adult there in our responsible family SUV in the garage of our responsible family home. Then we arrived at the park. We watched A crawl at lightening speed toward the fountains the moment he was set down, endearingly fearless in this brand new atmosphere. We chased him and felt the water soak into our warm skin, we laughed and laughed as our boy explored and learned and had so much fun. We forgot about work and bills. I forgot to worry about whether my beer belly was sticking out. We felt that same light headed, light hearted easy happiness as the kids jumping all around us on this late summer day. We played.