boys mud joy

I’m thankful for dirt.

I’m thankful that my boys can find so much excitement and joy in something so simple and timeless.

I’m thankful for childhood.

I’m thankful they have a daddy that doesn’t mind getting a little lot dirty.

I’m also thankful for clean water that comes out of a our hose and for neighbors that live far enough from our house that they can’t see naked booties scampering inside. However, I do wish my crazy family could have made a better impression on the new neighbors…we have yet to meet. We still haven’t met them, but they sure have been introduced to us. Rumor on the block is they will be moving in in the spring, I think I’ll just avoid formal introductions all together.

Happy Monday!