It was windy and brisk and clouds were skudding across the sky. There was a bridal party and a soccer party and someone famous in a large white hummer limo and our six-dollar Target kite turned out to be really good at what kites do. It was perfection. Riley was in ecstasy to finally get to fly a kite - she has been talking about it for weeks. I documented. It was such a fun afternoon, and every one of these pictures makes me smile or flat-out laugh. I cannot edit any of them out so humor me as I share a bagazillion photos.
|Riley loving her kite already.|
|Threw off her coat and jumped circles around Dad while he was assembling.|
Joe got a brief turn now and again and he was happy as a clam. It's the little things, right buddy?
|So much happy.|
The last time I flew a kite was with Dave when we were first dating. Dave got dowels and string and materials to make our own and we flew them at Kiwanis in Provo. It was fun. I mean, I was falling in love at the time so of course it was fun. But doing it with giddy toddlers that we made ourselves, wat wat, that was pretty awesome too.