The life and times of the Musical family, adjusting to post-cancer life in Pittsburgh
Thursday, April 10, 2014
A Moment of Perfection
I'm sitting in the park. It's 73 degrees and sunny, with a light breeze. Little Bear is running around with a similarly aged boy, just shouting because they are young and able to shout. The Boy is riding his bike around the park, and The Baby is climbing and playing. Every fifteen steps or so, The Baby stops to pull up his pants, having inherited his brothers' lack of behind.
In short, this is a brief moment of absolute perfection.