We wait more than nine months sometimes for summer around here on the rainy NW coast. We endure hasty winds, harsh rains, dreary days of cold and wet, and when the sun finally comes out we feel a little giddy, a little bit in love.
We even bought baby chicks this year, and they've grown so much in one week it's astonishing. At first we planned to purchase exotic breeds, blue egg layers and brown speckled layers, and instead ended up with Rhode Island Reds, and we love them quite alot. This picture is just a week old and they already have flight feathers and have almost doubled in size!
My two year old Vivien loves them so much she shakes in anticipation of holding one little chick she has named "Pwincess" (and no, I didn't spell that wrong, that is how she says it) and at times, uncontrollably cries with joy and giddiness because she cannot believe she is holding a real baby chick. It's really quite hard to be two, so many new things to love so very, very much.
My son Finnegan (Finn for short) recently went to the local fishing derby and the weather was amazing, the fishing fine, and his true love for the outdoors was on full display. I love this picture so much it hurts.
