Last week was busy busy. I nearly expired in the Firecracker Four. (Eighty six degrees at 8:00 and I hadn't been running at all and THEN I was foolish enough to think I could run FOUR MILES?? I spent most of my 52 minute run begging Jesus to just bring me home. And He did.)
We had fun with family in HC and Racine. We skipped the fireworks but then watched from our deck, the perfect place because we could retreat inside when the heat got too bad.
We celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary. What an amazing man I've been priveleged to be with for the last nine years. Thank you God!
We laid low, stayed inside a lot because it was just so hot. I went out only to move the sprinkler around as we tried to save our grass and gardens from the drought. (As you can see, the garden is tolerating the heat very well!)
We went up to Black River Falls to spend the weekend with our family, the kids adventured around while the grown ups caught up on a year or two's worth of news. Way back when I was a kid, I would play with my cousins on the farm and we'd run off without the adults. We'd feed the horses grass. We'd play in the hay mow and groan when the adults told us we couldn't do (fill in activity here) anymore. Too dangerous. Then we'd ride bikes, build forts, make up new games every five minutes. And that's exactly what my kids did this weekend. With my cousins' kids. We're all grown up now, but without any direction, our kids took off and did the same things we used to do together. Because farms and kids always means fun. And dirt from head to toes, and a few minor injuries along the way.
I watched the quick transformation of city kids into country kids, as shoes were left behind and sweat and dirt caked their faces.
They ran themselves into the ground and bounced back up ready for more. By the time we left on Sunday afternoon I was surprised they weren't all sleeping within minutes. They eventually did, and we eventually made it home, with a childhood's worth of memories packed into two days.
