Down by the Creek

A few weeks ago we headed down to the creek. It was Memorial Day and Anselmo's day off. 

Woo hoo!

The boys LOVED it.
I mean, look at him. "Woooah." That's over one shell he found among thousands on the floor of the creek. He was able to pick out one that pretty much looked like all the others and find the beauty in it.
Sounds like a good lesson to me.

So uninhibited. No holding back. I mean, let's not just get our feet wet. Where is the fun in that? With him it's all or nothing.

My boys could not be any more different. One is all or nothing. The other is much more cautious. So curious. I love how unique they are, comfortable in their own skin.

We had a little time to "pan for some gold".

But my favorite part was just watching them with their daddy.

I love that man. He is so good to us. I learn so much of God's love through his love. His sacrifice. His laughter. Each time he comes through the door, I let out a sigh of relief and my heart seems a little lighter. The cheers go up all around. Daddy is home.

Happy Father's Day, Anselmo. Hoping and praying for many more days watching you with our boys wherever we are...at home, out and about or down by the creek.