Signs of a Good Day

As an adult good days are hard to define, outside the obvious (“I won the lottery…”) most days are just variations on other days. As a kid, though, I distinctly remember those days where my jeans were covered in grass stains or scuffed knees. These were badges of honor, signs of a day well spent in the wild world of kid-dom.

Ethan and Isaac are busy in the backyard building a track for a hopefully soon to arrive RC car. The track is replacing the sandbox (which is a momentous change for our backyard). It is the same area where the fort was. Cleverly it is invisible from the outside but definitely visible from the patio. The result is a perfect area for the boys to dig and build and play.

Above are Ethan’s feet, covered in dirt—a sign of a good day.