F Is For…

…frolicking in the park. Who would have thought we’d invest so many hours at the park in February. It’s hard to leave before the witching hour. Instead of making progress on a mare, we’re climbing full speed up slides until dusk jacketless. It’s a different skillset, an emboldening one that even stirred another little fella to do the same.

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