Sixty-seven

it was one of those perfect early spring days

the sun was bright

a warm breeze blew
we hit a high of sixty-seven degrees, a near record

it begged for me to whip out my beloved flip flops

the neighborhood came alive

joggers, dog walkers, bike riders, rollerbladers

every three houses you could spy a mean game of horse or knock out on the driveway

teenagers slowly walked by in packs

Zach was in high heaven

that boy loves being outside more than anything else in the world

the girls rode their scooters and peddled their trike

the boys played basketball with their friends

Zach went up the ladder and down the slide forever

the girls built a secret house in the playhouse

and scrubbed the swings with a Mr. Clean Eraser

we snacked on apple slices and Pringles

we were coated in mud from head to toe

we stayed out until Rich came home and the sun was setting

spring finally found her way to Cincinnati

welcome

we were waiting