what does the aftermath of a day of playing at the camp, throwing sticks for dogs to swim after, going "fast in a boat!" and swimming in the river look like?
something like this:
three minutes down the road from the family camp yesterday, john was passed out with kitty in arms.
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| 'bout sums it up. |
it was a good weekend of family time. we went to the balloon fest on saturday evening and caught the balloon glow. john loved it. he kept telling me about the balloons lighting up, and asking to see the eagle balloon again. he told us he wanted to get a balloon to take home. i had to convince him that it wouldn't fit in our house. i think next year we'll spend a longer time at the festival, because it was really a pretty cool environment.
then sunday was the camp, with lots of family members. it was a great escape, and i was *so* very proud of john swimming in the river with us. he had his life vest on, and he mostly hung onto my back and shoulders and did some little kicks, but he had a good time and didn't panic even when he got water in his face or went under a tiny bit. even though it always spooks me a little to be floating in that swampy water with no clue what else is swimming around me ... it is extremely relaxing to float in that river with the family and just hang out.
and then it was monday again - that just keeps happening. fleeting weekends, quick weeks, and suddenly it will be october. where does the time go?
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