The weather has been so beautiful and bright here in Kansas City this spring. Albeit, the temperature has been little all over the place, but nice nevertheless as long as the snow keeps making its home up north. The kids have been wanting to take supper to the park for a picnic so the other night we packed up the car and headed thata way. One thing Andrew and I adore about this city is that when the weather is pleasant, everyone flocks outdoors to get sunshine and fresh air. It wasn’t like that where I grew up in Iowa. Sure, I spent a ton of time outdoors running and playing and such, but people mainly kept to themselves in their own small communities. I did not grow up with the same park culture that we have here. It’s really nice being in the company of other families who like us head to the park for suppers when it’s sunny and warm.
A few hours before Andrew got home I made a cold avocado pasta salad with grilled veggies and cut up a big cantaloupe. Pasta and fruit are crowd pleasers and easy to eat on a blanket. I didn’t even pack bowls, just enough forks for everyone to dig in, which means less clean up! I threw in a few beers and a soccer ball and when we got to the park we found a cove between the pines to settle in. The five of us hung out together and listened Willie Nelson. The little ones took turns running around the ground that was frozen not long ago between bites of noodles. Alfie joined Theodore in wrestling daddy and I taught Stella how to kick and dribble and run with the ball. We all came home with dirty feet ready to curl up in bed, smelling like freshly cut grass. These family nights, these moments spent together, they are my magic. Most of the time as a parents we feel like we are winging it, not really sure if what we are doing is best or right or whatever. And then there are pockets of time that stand still and assure us that hey, we might just have a few things figured out.