It was a whoppin' 83 degrees yesterday. At least, that is what my car thermometer read...and INSIDE the car felt at least double that number. 83 degrees. Oh my.
Just as I started complaining to my sister that there is no happy medium around here...that summer comes a blazin' too soon after we feel like we actually have a taste of "winter"...she quickly reminded me that this IS our in between time. Ah, yes. Come July and 115 degrees...I will be dreaming of this late February day.
The day, in itself, was absolutely beautiful...and instead of focusing on the fact that things will only become more sweaty and uncomfortable with each passing day here on out...I did my best to relish in the now.
We were visiting my sister because she so generously was letting me use her washer to clean Jo's diapers after mine decided to stop working. The day was too bright and boastful not to venture outside in her neighborhood park. It was a mini photography session as well...I couldn't help myself.I always have a good time attempting to catch some story-telling pictures of these little humans. I took a lot of pictures yesterday...but these ones are a few that I keep looking over again and again...because, for whatever reasons, they tell me a story of who these children are.
So here is Asher...and his array of "finger footprints".