There was a child

There was a child went forth every day,

And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,

And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,

Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.

The early lilacs became part of this child,

And grass and white and red morning glories, and white and red clover,

And the song of the phoebe-bird,

And the Third-month lambs and the sow's pink-faint litter,

And the mare's foal and the cow's calf...

-Walt Whitman

The kids and I are home from a 3-week visit to see the grandparents in Alabama.  We had such a wonderful time and it was hard to say goodbye.  The little ones had room to run and roam, swim and fish, play and enjoy the outdoors.  The grandparents were so good to us and went out of their way to make sure we had a great time.  Lots and lots of pictures to share through the week.