Morning at the park, with Grandpa

When I woke up this morning and opened the downstairs windows, the first thing I thought was, "this is going to be a really good day." When I called my dad and spoke those words out loud, they felt really good to say. The air was cool, like Indian Summer, but sweet with the energy of early summer plant-life and none of the humidity that has constituted so many of our recent days.


The weather reports have been threatening awful, sweltering heat for the latter part of this week, and if you've read anything here or know me, you know I am not a fan of heat and fierce sunlight. At. All.  It is expected to be 99 degrees and sunny on Thursday. I remember nearly fainting once in Monument Valley when Andy and I were there for a work meeting. My mind and body just can't take the heat.  Times like this I struggle living in an area where the summers can be so dry and hot. It's not like we're living in a southern state, but with the very mild winter, we are expecting a hot, hot summer. 


So I figured, with a toddler who can't be out in heavy heat, and my tolerance for the impending heat wave no doubt wearing thin, we needed to seize this day to spend as much time outside as possible.  


So we went to the park with my dad.