“This way boys.”
A breeze swirled past me as the two brothers ran to catch up with their mom and dad. We decided on an open part of the park, where the land flattens, and old, strong trees provide the right amount of shade. But more importantly, it’s a part of the park where two brothers can spread their arms and run as fast as they can like their airplane. It’s where they can be loud, laugh, and yell at little.
It’s the kind of place in a park that when you did see an old, old, old tree, the kind where the trunk is thick and wide, you want to go up and hug it.
Here’s the afternoon with two brothers, being wild and free:
