Night before last, we went to the park to fly a kite. When I was growing up, flying a kite was NEVER worth the effort. It took 20 minutes to put it together, it was a miracle if you got it to the park before you tore the plastic wing on something, and it was always too windy or not windy enough to keep it in the air for more than 20 seconds. Or maybe I was just a lazy kid. At any rate, Craig was a little more enthused than I about buying AJ her first kite. But after we got out there, I was pleasantly surprised. It snapped together in nothing flat, the breeze was perfect and AJ had so much fun.
We left just as it was getting dark and the fireflies were out in full force.
This may look like a lame picture, but if you notice in the bottom right corner, I caught one. If you all knew the tiny, ghetto-fab digital camera I use, you would know what a miracle that is. I know I've talked about this before, but I oh-so-love those magical little bugs.
3 comments:
Wow that picture with the sunset is amazing!
I'm impressed with the kite-flying success. I've always had experiences like you.
I love that picture of the sunset and the kite!
oooh! Me too. I love trying to catch fire flies. There's something so magical about it.
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