One afternoon a couple of weeks ago I took the boys up to hubby’s studio for pictures. The baby fell asleep in the car, so the toddler stayed for pictures and the baby and I headed to Home Depot to buy containers and flowers to plant outside hubby’s front windows. While I planted the container of mums up there we decided to stay downtown for dinner.
This was all very innocent and impromptu. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. Hubby took the toddler and picked up Jack Stack sandwiches for us for dinner, while I took the baby and headed to the bridge over the train tracks behind Union Station. We actually ate a wonderful picnic dinner on the bridge. The occasional train passed under us to the toddler’s delight; he ate his dinner sitting on the Mama couch as I call it. (My lap is his favorite place to eat.) And while the baby nursed his picnic dinner on the bridge, hubby walked with the toddler to stand right over a passing train.
We could not have planned this, and sometimes, I think, it’s better that way. It was one of those evenings where the weather was perfect, everyone was in a good mood, the food was delicious and we didn’t have to hurry for anything. We sat for a long time on that bridge after dinner and just soaked it all in, relishing time spent together as a family. Somewhere, deep inside, I think I was secretly wishing that we could just stay there in that moment.
I was also kicking myself for not bringing my camera. The light was just right and the smiles so frequent.
But bedtimes creep close and toddlers get tired and babies need naps, so we loaded everyone into cars and headed home. Hubby and I agreed that we would have to have that picnic again.