It was the kind of day where your children are beautiful and sweet, your husband is dashing and strong, strangers are nice to you, and the pretzels from the food cart are extra soft and warm.
It was perfect.
The Mister ran the Cherry Blossom Ten Miler, and shaved 4.5 minutes off his previous race time. 4.5 minutes! That's almost as incredible as running a 7:09 mile for ten miles in a row.
Even as the sun set, I couldn't tear myself away. I was just so happy. Three minutes before the children's bedtime, the Mister started folding up the picnic blanket.
It was time to go.
|An uncertain start to the kite flying experiment.|
|But they got it, eventually.|
|He appeared from the Great Beyond, bearing pretzels.|
|Eh-wo? she says, into anything resembling a phone. And into plenty of things with very little resemblance.|
|She's a stander now.|
|He gets a head start.|