Happy

Will and I had another nice day. It was supposed to be rainy and horrible, but the sun started shining somewhere around lunchtime. After his nap, we went to the park. We haven't been to the park since October. It's been too cold and rainy.

He had seen a picture of a playground in a book yesterday and said, "Play!" I promised him that we would go play on the first nice day. So, I packed a snack, and away we went.

He loved it. He had such fun, playing on the swings, chasing around with some other kids, looking for airplanes, walking down to the water to see some birds, and just generally having an amazing time.

At one point, we stopped to sit down on a bench and eat his snack. He sat there with his cup of milk, some Pirate's Booty, and a strawberry cereal bar, munching away with a look of pure contentment on his face. He turned to me and said, "Happy."

I said, "I'm happy, too, Will." He smiled and leaned over for a toothy, cheese-dusted, strawberry-covered kiss.

And he is. And I am. And we are.