We're meant to fly

We have found a park. A real, live park. I mean- you can't even call other grassy fenced in squares a park once you've been here. It has a duck pond, rolling hills, benches spotted along winding paths, a boardwalk through a wetland with signs to guide you, a frisbee golf course, a playground and swings, volley ball courts and horseshoe areas. And it makes Ginny wild. Something about this park releases the beast in Ginny. The minute our car door opens, she bursts out and runs in frantic circles wherever she can get. Thus, we have been frequenting this blessed park nearly every day since we discovered it. The best time is dusk.
We tried to walk there today- its a mile from our house- but we chickened out when we tried to cross ironton hill. Too busy! So we went around the big old block instead. It really took twenty minutes- I forget how big blocks are I think.
But later when shay came over, we took Rambo and gin to The Park! They loved it. I've spent the rest of the night at my family's house while Seth works. He had to make up some hours and do a side install tonight. I'm cuddling with goose at the moment and it makes me ever so happy.
She did so well at her competition! She got queen again in her duet and solo. It was a loooong two days and I probably have blood clots from all the sitting. (...mom...) But it is a fun atmosphere! All the dancing is contagious and they had gev from sytycd perform. He was rather good. We also had a few free hours Saturday in between dances and laid out on the grass laughing and trying to snooze. I will always cherish those sunny, giggly moments with my mom and sisters. I hope there are many more.