Treasures...

This morning I got to do one of my favorite things...garage sailing! Not that I actually frequent garage sales. In fact, I should be clearing out closets and sifting through toy boxes myself. But there is just something about a driveway lined with stuff that puts a spring in my step. So, as I was walking out the door, I asked my husband for whatever cash he had in his wallet cause I was going out and, gosh darn it, I was going to buy something. I didn't know what, but I was going to peruse someone else's stuff and find at least one thing, some forgotten, overlooked thing, and make it mine. Heaven knows I don't need one more plastic dinosaur to pick up, and I have more brightly patterned sundresses than any three girls could possibly wear this summer, but I was betting money I just might find that one completely unexpected, have-to-have-something-or-other, thing. Because, after all, it was Saturday morning, and I actually went to bed last night knowing that when I woke up I had this plan to get up and go. Plus, I had promised I would return with donuts. So finding a new treasure to boot would just make the morning...perfect. And, turns out I didn't even need honey's cash, because I scored this baby for three bucks!

And, speaking of treasures... we decided to head to the park to take her for a spin (after our donuts of course!), and there were more treasures to be found.

Audrey has an eagle eye for all things forgotten and overlooked. She finds treasure everywhere. I love that about her.

Katelyn loved building this bucket of flower goodness with Nana. She's our treasure for sure.

Sunday at the park...

So, today instead of heading off to church, we headed off to the park. After packing the trunk full of park essentials... sand toys, shovels, tape measure, an American flag (don't ask), scooters, and loading three squirmy girls into the car, we shoved off. Our first stop was Starbucks, as all good adventures should begin with a tasty beverage. Half way up the hill to the park, I was fingers-crossed wishing there would be no little league gamers that would surely spill out a multitude of craziness into the park. Because, although I had jumped onto the let's-go-to-the-park-instead-of-church band wagon last night at bedtime, I was still hoping for the peace and quiet of a good sabbath morn. Turns out, Sunday mornings are the perfect time for park going. And, today was oh so beautiful. Sun shining, a picnic blanket spread out on the grass, kids happily scooting by, pumping legs, digging sand, quiet, breezy, ahhhh... That's why I'm easy, easy like Sunday morning...