Growing Up

our neighborhood park


This was the day I sat on the bench while my fearless 18 month old toddler played at the park. by. himself. As in, without his Momma walking with him and going down the slides together. He was brave, independent and full of energy. He climbed to the very top of the structure, slid down and hopped off the slide to run around in the sand and back to the stairs to do it again.

As my proud momma heart soared while watching my child maneuver the playground equipment with ease and {as I held my breath} sliding down the slides going {thankfully} feet first each time, I could see that my baby was growing up. Now I can comfortability sit on the bench with my iPhone in hand snapping pictures and relax while my baby boy played.