Friday was a perfect, beautiful spring day. I should have read Billy Collins' poem about it. Seth had half the day off, so he came home in the early afternoon. We took the kids outside and sat on the front steps in the sun. Isaiah found the sidewalk chalk and drew monsters and skeletons all over and colored them meticulously until his chalk disappeared and his clothes were covered in chalk dust. Seth bought us strawberry smoothies, which Charlotte drank in huge gulps, and then ran gleefully across the lawn.