The wind was just right for flying kites last night. After dinner, we loaded up the boys and drove up to Park and Pool to fly kites as the sun set. I was amazed how quickly the wind lifted them from our fingertips . . . pulling them higher and higher into the sky . . .
Jack held tightly onto Buzz Lightyear. . . expertly tossing him back into the clouds when he crashed in front of us. . .
Luke eager to hold Elmo . . . asserting his trademark independence, and insisting he hold the line himself. . . And doing so well. . .
Dada, I call, look at Luke with his kite! And a smiling little boy tosses the string in the air out of my reach [that's so Luke]. . . and Jack and I race after the plastic string case which skips just out of fingertip's reach. . . And we laugh at our usual Zeli mishaps. . .
As poor Elmo crashes to the ground, Luke runs to him . . . In the sky . . .in the sky. . .
Above our laughter and kite follies, a plane draws his greeting to the setting sun. . . Jack, do you think he's watching our kites? . . .
A sweet end to a Monday. . . a perfect way to begin a new week. . .
Jack held tightly onto Buzz Lightyear. . . expertly tossing him back into the clouds when he crashed in front of us. . .
Luke eager to hold Elmo . . . asserting his trademark independence, and insisting he hold the line himself. . . And doing so well. . .
Dada, I call, look at Luke with his kite! And a smiling little boy tosses the string in the air out of my reach [that's so Luke]. . . and Jack and I race after the plastic string case which skips just out of fingertip's reach. . . And we laugh at our usual Zeli mishaps. . .
As poor Elmo crashes to the ground, Luke runs to him . . . In the sky . . .in the sky. . .
Above our laughter and kite follies, a plane draws his greeting to the setting sun. . . Jack, do you think he's watching our kites? . . .
A sweet end to a Monday. . . a perfect way to begin a new week. . .
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