Truitt, Owen, Elle and I stopped at French Park tonight after dropping Isaac off at a friend’s house for a sleepover. Poor Truitt gets so sad when his brother (and very best friend) goes away for the evening. I knew the park would be fun for everyone (including me). It was such a gorgeous evening. French Park is high up on a hill so the sunsets are always gorgeous. We swang on the swings, climbed a tree and jumped in the sunset. On our way home I asked the boys what they wanted for dinner and they said cereal and popcorn so that’s exactly what we had.