Just looking outside my window and seeing beautiful weather.
Then looking at this picture and wishing we could go do that.
I try very hard not to complain...but daggum it, it's hard sometimes.
I miss not feeling so enclosed within my body.
For now I'll just lay in the grass and dream about the day when we can take the little man with us on such excursions.
(Alex carrying him up the whole way, of course.)
Now I look like this.
Quite drastically different.
Anyone willing to carry me up a mountain so I can see those views this summer?