I try to journal or at least reflect at the close of special days. Yesterday was Day 1 of The County Fair. The day closed with an overtired, crying 5 year old, a massive thunder storm and five of us sleeping in a tent filled with dirty after-the-hog-show clothes.
It was a very hot, very dry day. I'm grateful that the easy ups didn't topple, grateful for bottled water, grateful that the boys did their best in the swine show.
I want to remember the way our oldest introduced himself to the hog judge, "Hi, I'm really a sheep guy."
We hosted two guests, two children who had never been to The Fair. I want to remember the way W treated his friend to ice cream, games, and trinkets. Of course, he spent all of his budgeted Fair money in one burst of generosity.
This morning my car battery was dead and the electricity to the campsites went off in the middle of breakfast.
Ahhhh. Fair Memories.
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