An Adventure

Tonight we ate dinner outside on the front porch. I made homemade pumpkin donuts, which I know aren't exactly healthy (even though they were both vegan and gluten free), but every once in a while- its alright, ya know?

We had to shoo away the bees as they came to sniff the sweet powdered sugar that blew off of our paper plates and drifted towards their hives. Go away bees, go away.

After dinner I changed out of my skinny jeans and put on my favorite pair of sweats. Kicked off my flip flops and tied on my Adidas. We strapped the baby into our new cranberry colored ERGO carrier, let the toddler climb up into the same stroller that shes been riding in since the day she was born- and we all went for a walk together.

Even though we've lived in this house, on this street, for nearly 2 years, every spring it seems like there is a whole new world to explore. The familys come and go quicker than the seasons, impacting the neighborhoods and the houses that occupy them. New flowers here, a new tree there. A puppy playing outside on a front yard there on the corner, a little girl riding her bike in the street behind us. Fallen branches, pebbles, and leaves littering the nature path.

Lots of adventure.

But when you're new to the world, rather than just exploring something new, everything is an adventure.

I think we should have donuts for dinner on the porch more often.