You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
– Khalil Gibran
Can’t really mistake that pure joy on Arthur’s face, can you? I think he really likes his sister rocking the bridge (which I really remember hating when someone did that to me when I was a kid. My children are so much more resilient than me!)
On the beach with Poppa. This was taken last Monday when it rained a lot and we ran out to the sea at Milford as soon as it was dry. The clouds were dramatic, but the sea was clear and calm. I wished I had taken my costume with me, the water was so inviting. Betsy doesn’t need such things and promptly stripped off and had a paddle and a splash, the lucky girl.