Instead of the Tidal Basin, we opted to visit Kenwood, a very tony, mid-century neighborhood in Bethesda that has street after street after street lined with cherry blossom trees. And let me tell you, it was buh-reathtaking. I mean... so much beauty it was hard to take it all in. Light blue sky with heaps of white cloud scudding along, spring-green lawns, and millions and millions of tiny, pink, silken blossoms--on the trees, swirling in the air, blanketing the ground like fine, pink lace. Along the streets we walked, there were spots where the blossoms had pooled in great, pink drifts. The kids gathered huge handfuls of them and flung them at each other, unleashing bursts of gossamer confetti. It was glorious.
We ended our outing at the neighborhood playground, which was mobbed. But we grabbed one of the benches for long enough to take a few pictures. Sometime during our walk Jess realized that, put together, our kids, for a few months, are ages 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. As both of our families have now broken the babies-every-two-years pattern, we will never again have this straight of ages starting at one. Jess insisted that commemorative pictures were in order. So we tried.
And we tried.
Left to right, this is Graham, Sam, Esme, Emma, Matthew, Henry (on the lap), Jack, and Meg.
All of these pictures were taken in the course of about 120 very hard-fought seconds. The dads tried to keep everyone in line, while the moms clicked away frantically. Then we tried to take a picture of the adults, just for fun. This is what we got.
Just this one. And that only by the grace of God (and Meg's camera work)!
Another wonderful day added to our storehouse of memories with the Marcs! I think this was one of the best yet.