Last night the moment the rain stopped – Callum shouted, ran to the back door, and the boys went running outside. I can’t even put into words how thankful I am that they love being outside. They crave to be outside. They take every opportunity to be in the weather, be it good or bad.
A lot of times that means they get dirty, Max eats some sand, they play and explore and haul half the sandbox and dirt from our yard back into the house.
And that’s okay with me.