This afternoon, we decided to head out for a mooch around in the fresh air, and ended up at a little spot called Juanita Beach.
It’s a particularly grey, gloomy March day here, and we’re exhausted from being kept up all night by the bloody dog, of all things….and yet there we found ourselves, at the beach with the Pepperlings, clambering on the lifeguard’s seat and grinning like loons.
How can you not feel joyful when faced with a pair of smiles like that?
#100HappyDays. (I’m afraid my children may feature heavily in the next 95, too….)