Outdoors

April 19, 2025 — 8:06pm

Dear Reese,

We play outside, finally. You head straight for the edge of the deck at the cottage, so I help you onto the grass and you have a, pun-intended, field day. You crawl over to MorMor’s flower beds and a few minutes later, I find dirt suspiciously smeared across your lips.

Then you take off, crawling through the grass to the gravel, and it can’t be that comfortable, but you don’t care. I do have to fish a small rock out of your mouth.

Then I lay on the grass, you crawl all over me. We barrel roll together. I lift you above me into the sky — you’re outlined by the sun behind you and the white spring clouds. You’re laughing. And I think — I hope I remember this image forever.

Love,

Mama