After arriving 40 minutes early for bike camp (Pedalheads) and refusing to wait in the parking lot, Dad and Charlie searched for a playground to occupy the time. Instead we found a path into a forest that lead right to some amazing wild black raspberry bushes. After the first morning, Charlie insisted that we come early EVERY morning that week to pick berries ... so we did. Today was the first work day since, and I miss it already. What an incredibly special way to spend the morning with one of my kids. Especially since this is something that GT, Mikey and I used to do in NOTL when we were Charlie's age. Priceless.
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