My oldest turned 17 about two weeks ago. I was thinking that it was hard not to have a typical day when we are busy and it seems like just another day in the week. I rushed home from school to make a peach cobbler and then rushed out of the door to make it to his soccer game. That's when things became a little more atypical...nothing magical or significant...just different.
I got stuck trying to get on the highway, saw lots of people standing around, realized the President was in town, and somehow was one of the first cars back on the highway. Just me...mostly all alone heading to the game. The game was on a perfect fall day with a perfect sunset. We headed back home through downtown and drove past the bright lights and buzz of Busch Stadium as a division series game was ending. Made it home for peach cobbler and then ended the night by trying to coax a lost chihuahua to come in our house...while my daughter surveyed everyone about what we should name him (I've since started calling him skippy but still no luck getting him in the house). Not so typical. A good birthday day.
I'm off to 6th grade camp tomorrow and may share a few pictures this week and then it's down to business around here...new notecard designs to share, recipes for the new season, and a few thirfted goodies.
