Tiny hands hovering gently over flowers, curious whispers about bees asleep inside petals, and wide eyes learning the names of plants for the very first time.
These boys weren’t just in the garden—they were studying it, respecting it, playing within it. One minute they were sprinting through the grass, the next they were completely still, watching nature do its thing. That contrast? That’s the magic.
And the parents—calm, grounded, fully present—letting their kids explore freely while sneaking in soft moments of connection. A hand on a shoulder. A quiet cuddle. A laugh exchanged when no one else was watching
