Life is full of expectation and waiting.
Waiting for a friend's train to arrive, for dinner to be ready, for leaves to turn color in the fall, for a baby to make its debut in the world. Just as Memorial Day Weekend marks the unofficial start to summer across the country, the first sign of cherry blossoms blooming along the streets of Washington, DC is accompanied by joyful giddiness. Spring has arrived. Picnic blankets emerge, evening strolls become a daily activity, and alfresco dining tables pop up along even the tiniest slivers of sidewalk. DC has fully embraced the new season.
Now, a few weeks after the first blooms, and since these pictures were taken, all but a few have turned bright springy green. The flowers may be gone, but their promise of better weather, coming summer, the unofficial changing of seasons remains.
One afternoon, we packed dinner and blankets and water bottles, put on sneakers and jackets and helmets and waited for Mark to get home from work. Yes, it literally took us all afternoon. Getting out of the house is never easy with kids. Adventures are often few and far between., but when the moment arises, we try to jump. As soon as he walked in the door, we hit the ground running, loading up the bikes (this takes a bit longer with kids in tow) and set off for a family adventure by the tidal basin.
Behr and Hudson were thrilled to be back outside at dinnertime.
Mark and I were happy to be stretching our legs instead of our patience.
It was a bit windy, fresh pollen had us sniffling, and the boys hardly ate, but we are making memories.
We are making memories, day by day.