We spent an hour at the park and came home to put Clara to bed.
Due to Max's super long siesta, he was as happy as can be to stay up an extra hour and eat some late-night chips with Russ and I. Most of the time motherhood is far from glamorous, but boy, these are the moments where you feel like your heart just may as well leap out of your chest. His no-longer-baby-face was just so happy and sweet. He wanted to pray over and over, and then just giggled and ate chips.
These are the days that make it all worth it.
I adore this picture. It looks like Russ is telling some amazing, grand story and Max is listening intently. These two are buddies for life.