We went blueberry picking on the perfect day. The temperature was mild, the kids were well rested, and the berries were plump.
Parker was so picky and would only choose the biggest and bluest berries. He loved the sound a single berry would make when dropped into the bucket. He loved the adventure of running between me and my mom - the farther apart the better, of course. He loved transferring berries from one bin to the next.
He was full of smiles, full of wonder, and full of snuggles. But he was not full of berries. He would not try a single one. What a goof. One day the house will be empty of berries, until then, I will gladly eat his share.
