So, I'm a little bit in love with this picture. To give you the full story behind it, one day last week, the Irishman was outside working on the yard and Parker was desperate to join him. He kept pacing back and forth, calling out, "da-dee, da-dee." (You see, Parker is in a really big "da-dee" phase at the moment. Don't get me wrong, if he's sick...or tired...or hungry...or needy, he still wants me. But for the rest of the time, well, the rest of the time he is all about his dad. They play together and wrestle together. Parker tries on his dad's size 13 shoes and stumbles around the house in them. Anyway, you get the point.)
So my husband, hearing his son's desperate cries, would periodically come by the storm door and spray it with water from the hose. Parker would crack up and then go back to his pleas...waiting...and knowing, that his dad would come by again soon to spray more water at him.
I was sitting on the couch enjoying this little game and watching Parker's sweet silhouette as he paced back and forth. What you see in the picture is what I saw with my eyes. Even when he turned back towards me to laugh, I couldn't see his face with the sun filtering through the doorway behind him. Regardless, his silhouette, like his laugh, would be completely recognizable to me from a mile away.
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