Today I took the kiddies to a new park. Well, it was new to us. I'm not sure how long it's been there. It was a lovely small park with a pretty, wooded walking trail, a huge pavilion (with bench swings!) and, of course, a playground. It wasn't the usual big, flat, rectangular sort of play area. It was on a hill, so each section of play area was tiered. It was small, but really pretty. And the kids were pretty stoked about the rope pyramid (or spider web) climbing feature. This was not the closest park, but Duncan requested going someplace different.
When Justin and I first moved to our home, the closest park was several miles away. Since living here, however, the county has added two new parks that are just a few miles away. We were very excited for the first small park to open. Evan was brand new, so that became our regular park. We walked there, played there, and picnicked there. Even at Evan's young age (just 2), he was starting to ask to go to "The Different Park." And when I took him somewhere new, he exclaimed, "Yay, the different park!" Of course, he meant any park besides the one we always went to. Since then, a closer (and bigger!) one has been built and become our regular park. Today I'm thankful to live in an area with so many wonderful parks!