![\"IMG_0595\"](\"https:\/\/www.sometimesraw.com--precise\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/IMG_0595.jpg\")
<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Hello And Happy Saturday!\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Tomorrow my son will turn 2 1\/2 years old. I know that time flies but I really see how fast it all goes when I look at him. What does it mean to have a 2 1\/2 years old? For me these days it means, sleeping late and cooking more. [He actually sleeps from 8 pm -10.30 am most of the days!] Cooking freshly, many veggies and bananas and smoothies for breakfast. It means listening to Nick Drake’s album Pink Moon<\/em> full blast and dancing to it in the kitchen. It means painting in bright colors and playing with Play Doh. It means endless adventures at daytime These days we have been mostly outside because the weather was great. Feeding the ducks in the park or hugging trees in the woods \u00a0while smelling this nice spring air is great. Some plants in the park are unkempt and luscious in a way so you feel that this is what nature does and not what man creates. We walked barefoot and liked the feeling of dirt and grass under our feet – especially after the rain. We walk hand in hand like these string of paper dolls. Sometimes I need to pace my steps to my son’s \u00a0tiny breathe but I do feel like walking or floating on \u00a0a cloud with him sometimes. \u00a0Every time we pass an open sidewalk gate he smiles, opens it and walks in – with this little evil grin and quick laugh. The sun shone warm and we kept on walking. Spring is in the air. When we finally arrived at the park we saw a man feeding pigeons and squirrels. The man asked my son if he wants to feed the animals. He talks to him like a man. My son all proud grins and takes the bread to feed them. I love him so much at this exact moment.\u00a0Afterwards my son says he likes the tiny pigeon the most because it is slower than the others. My heart melts.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n We climb on trees, go on the slides, play in the sand and constantly name things, colors, numbers and letters. What time is it? It does not matter. We play. We are here. Now. After some time I grab my book to read a bit.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My husband plays with him. Then they both disappear and I look for them. I climb up a ladder of a tree house at the playground \u00a0and find him there – hiding, a stick in his hand. His gentle little hands hold the stick firmly while he points at things. He swings this stick\u00a0and tells me, “Magic, Abracadabra!” My little Joel. I love that you believe in magic because I do too. I love how you do things sometimes and that you don’t give a damn who sees you doing it. You are in your little world – discovering and exploring. The best about all this is that I know you are a very strong person. Physically and mentally and I know you are strong enough to build anything you every dream of and wise and smart enough to come up with a plan \u00a0to get it all done. I love that you plan things and are the most stubborn person at the same time. But you are usually going through with your plans. You are a mesmerizing spirit with a tenderness and sweetness that runs so so deep. A perfect mix of both – your Mom and Dad.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n My love, we have to go home, the sun is getting low in this beautiful sky and we have to say goodbye to the playground and the toys in the sand sandbox. We will be back tomorrow. I promise.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Here are a few things about Joel<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n(and nighttime)<\/del>\u00a0walking through my hometown, spending hours at the playground or in the park building dams and flooding everything. We are taking our time with whatever we are doing because we are fortunate and able to do so. We travel the world and discover new things together as a family.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n![\"12994287_10207598971224607_3397604826884563293_n\"](\"https:\/\/www.sometimesraw.com--precise\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/12994287_10207598971224607_3397604826884563293_n.jpg\")
<\/p>\n