And if I'm feeling a bit guilty about school days getting cut short in exchange for sunshine and fresh air, I swap out the backyard for a somewhat more exotic locale.
This is how we ended up at the National Arboretum on Wednesday afternoon, walking among the azaleas. Ogling the peonies.
Sena, who as she is getting older is becoming increasingly aware of the fact that her family is solidly middle class, was expressing her concerns about our financial situation. (Which, by the way, is just fine, I assure you. It just doesn't permit for as large of a book budget as she would prefer.) Gus looked at her in wonder, "Sena, we are rich. Think about all the field trips we go on."
And my boy meant it, which made me ridiculously proud. The richness of the experiences is all he needs. Never mind that the National Arboretum is free, as are almost all of the activities we partake in. He thinks we must be rich to live this well.