Monday, August 17, 2015


*A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015*

It's clear that you'd much prefer for us to just drop you off at the kiddie rides for a couple of hours so you could run around undirected.  You would hop on and off the highest and fastest rides at record pace, slipping by the ticket taker unnoticed, without ever having to bother with silly inconveniences like tickets or protocol.  Instead, you are forced to wait in line for what feels like an eternity, and then only for the slowest and lowest rides that require seat belts.  This year we did let you go on the roller coaster with Papa' and on a spaceship ride that rose about five feet into the air.  My heart was beating so hard the entire time that I could hardly breathe.  I promised you that next year you can go on the ferris wheel, but for now, your Mama prefers having you ride the boats and fire trucks and trains that keep you safely on the ground. 

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