Spring, I have missed you. Winter, you are a cold, heartless bitch who trapped my wild things inside for far too long.
It was time. The weatherman called for 80-degree weather, so we packed up the SUV and headed to Denver on the hottest day of the year so far.
Our girl manned the map, the boys trailed behind us, and we walked around the zoo with 4534058038 other people. Evidently, they were stir-crazy too.
Oh, he loves them so well.
Highlight of my day, obviously. Thank you, yes, I am 12.
Summer, we can't wait for you. These days are the best. Come quick.
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