So, Grace started track on Friday this past week.
She spent the night at her friend's house, so I didn't see her till Saturday, and she cracked me up with her tales of woe.
Her body HURT so bad, could I push her to a standing position from the couch. I'm pretty sure I heard "Help me Mamma!" A couple times, if not more this weekend.
Her legs COULDN'T BEND, could I help her up.
Hilarious. The girl had me in stitches the whole weekend.
Apparently track practice is a whole lot different than cheerleading practice.
Works different muscles or something. :-)
So, today it shocked me when she told us at lunch that she was gonna go running down our road today.
Yeah, if I haven't already said, we live on a 2 mile (or more, I'm not really sure) stretch of dirt road that no one other than the 6 of us who live on it, use. So, it's pretty safe to run down, or walk, or ride bike.
I told her I would walk with her. NOT RUN. WALK. I HATE running. I mean literally, HATE running.
So, I walked while she ran up ahead of me.
Rudy and I walked, in the sunshine (hello again...it's been awhile sun...), and in the crisp almost spring air.
It was so great to see the blue sky and clouds again. It really has been the most depressing winter.
Oh, and she loves getting her picture taken, when its HER idea.
I WILL be able to make it until warmer weather...I hope.
I'm crossing my fingers!
Hope you enjoyed the sun today.