Thirteen Hundred and Sixteen Straight Days with the Top Down.
217. On the Driveway.
Obviously, quite cool despite the sun.
Ansel gets very excited when he hears me coming home. Flailing arms, clapping hands, pointing, etcetera. Then he wants to be in the car with me, and we drive up and down the driveway until he's had enough. He wants to go in the car even if I've already come out and gone into the house.
But sometimes, Julie is outside waiting for me. Such happened today, and he was all bundled up to stand the breezy chill. On the first day of spring, no less!