Winters are so long, yall. SO LONG. So long that you almost forget that at the end of it, whether "the end" be April or May or mid-freaking-June, the snow will melt away and reveal green parks and bright blue lakes and plants sprouting up where you almost forgot you'd even planted plants, SO LONG was the winter. Summer, it seems, is working its way into the woods, inch by inch. And we are going to eat this summer up, I tell you. Picnics and bike rides and bedtimes that come and go while kids are still eating drippy popsicles out on the front porch. Today, they started asking to go to the park at about 8am. Well, the one who was awake at 8am, anyway. (I want Vivi's life. She sleeps until 9am, is approximately six feet tall, and has more clothes than I do.) And finally, at 10am with breakfast in the tummies and the minimum of housework completed so I could play the day away with a clean conscience, we were off. To the park. Just me and my Fake Twins.
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