When your heart not only walks around outside your body but alternately totters unsteadily and sprints in 57 different directions and wears cutie pie hats

You know, sometimes I need a reminder that I have it really, really good.

Yesterday I was home with both kids, and it was a grey, muggy, rainy, steamy day. We walked to the park and it started to pour. We headed home, to the chagrin of India.

But before the rain, I snapped this photo. My sweet boy, taking his sister's hand, excited to head to the playground.

India has the cutest hats - multiple hats, because we keep misplacing hers - and Jordan always likes them better than his (even though his is camouflage and pretty awesome). So when I bought him the pink butterfly hat in Denver, he was delighted.

He's still young enough to love the purple Crocs he chose himself. To love the fun-colored hat. To not realize that there are stereotypically boy and girl colors.

I know this will change, and one day he'll likely be embarrassed that I let him go out in public like that. And one day they won't want to hold each other's hands, or mine, or Nick's, or Nana's, for that matter.

But I need to remind myself that these days are beautiful. And this is where my heart lives.