Kevin, now almost nine, spent the day with us yesterday. Atticus and I have agreed to try to get the kids together every other weekend, at least for awhile, to smooth the transition from living together to living apart.
So Atticus dropped off Kevin on his way to work, and Franny, Luca, Kevin and I biked, scootered, and walked our way over to the outdoor mall across the street.
It was a sunshiney, spectacular day, seductive in the way that February can be where we live, getting us used to the warmth and green-grass smell of spring when gloomy March is inevitably around the corner.
Kevin and Franny wanted to eat at the hot dog kisok, so Luca biked over to the taco stand. As we sat on the grass, I watched Franny and Kevin chatter away about Instagram and iPad minis, and barter onion rings for french fries, and I sighed, a deep, thankful breath for an amicable divorce that puts kids first.