The best days happen right at home. We spent the afternoon in the Daviau family’s backyard. Hands in the dirt, pulling weeds, eating fresh carrots and beans. Bubbles drifted through the air, the kids drank from the hose and laughter spilled over the fence. We finished our time on the front porch with dripping popsicles and sticky fingers. Nothing planned. Just one of those ordinary days that stays with you.
