I took my favorite sixth grader to the Buddy Walk in Portland today. This is the first time we've ever made it -- it's always on her birthday weekend. But it seemed like a good time, since every other member of the family had other plans, and this is her last weekend to be 11. How could you not love the t-shirts and balloon hats?
Her 5th grade teacher was there.
And a bunch of Star Wars people.
She got to show off her uncanny prowess at hula-hooping. She made friends with the entire cheerleading squad from Central Catholic, jumped in an air-compressor inflatable play structure, and ate a hot dog. It was a good day. I had tears in my eyes a lot. Happy tears. I got to be her buddy and held her hand the whole time.
On the way home she said, "We are lucky." Well, some of you know why I couldn't let that go, so I said, "God is good to us, isn't He?" And she said "Yes!" And the next thing I heard from the back seat was, "Thank you, God!"
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