Daddy, make a picture

2-14 Valentines Day and we’re staying with my parents in Delray Beach. Could be worse… I suppose. Quiet morning followed by an afternoon trip to a playground. Lots of kids getting out of school playing with moms and dads and siblings. Thought about what it would be like to live here than quickly came to my senses.

2-15 If you want to light up a room of 90+ year old ladies, bring three kids through the room to meet their great-grandfather.

Afterwards had lunch with sister and nephews at brother-in-laws sandwich shop. Followed by the scariest thirty seconds of my life. While walking to the car carrying S, I tripped, falling face first onto the blacktop. Sister screamed… I panicked… Sue turned many shades of white. S bruised her face, nothing serious but scary nonetheless. I guess everyone has to have that experience, some variation of accidently nearly killing your child to make you realize not only how fragile they are, but how indestructable as well. I have a bruise the size of a mellon on my knee but that’s nothing compared to the bruise to my psyche.

Stopped at a rest stop on the Florida Turnpike to catch my breath. Sue was going to drive around the lot so the kids wouldn’t wake up but accidently got back on the Turnpike and spent twenty minutes trying to get back to me. It was that sort of day.