Every time Mary sees Wyatt she can’t wait to squeeze him…even when he’s being difficult and trying to rip her sunglasses off of her face.
This Fourth of July was pretty low key. Steve had to back to work early in the morning so Mary, Wyatt and I went to the Cherry Creek Art Festival. I always love going to the Festival but this year was quicker than years past because it was H-O-T think 90 degrees at 11 am. We walked, talked, looked a little, ate (there are these street tacos that I have to get every year, they are so good that to be honest if there are any other choices I am completely unaware) and then we returned to the cool air of the mall.