Over the Moon

 

Alekzander love, love, loves being outside.  

I love letting him run around and play in the dirt.

{Playing may equal eating but God made dirt and dirt don't hurt ... right?!}

While swinging up to the moon and back again, 

he was smiling so wide, I could see his upper left molar ... 

with a black piece of mulch in the groove of his tiny tooth.  {Yum?!}

He laughed and laughed.  And walked and walked.  And chatted up a storm.

An independent little explorer who just happens to be love, love, loved.

Over the moon loved.