Last weekend ale had one of those rare three-day weekends that come around once every six weeks. As wonderful as they are, they are always preceded with a long stretch of work and are followed with the same. It hasn’t been easy for grace and I to get used to a schedule that changes daily. Sometimes I wish he worked a regular 9-5 job and was home for dinner every night, but then I remember that the grass is always greener and thank God for providing all of our needs.
It’s been a teeny-tiny cooler these days. Some mornings we wake up to a whopping 78 degrees and little to no humidity. On those days, I step outside and can’t help but smile and cross my fingers in hopes that the sun doesn’t make its usual blazing appearance. I then proceed to hum Christmas music and make plans to be outdoors for as long as we possibly can.
Last Sunday, we woke up to 73 degrees!!! Gracie and I pulled out our winter boots (because that’s what we Floridians do) and Ale snapped this picture of us taking in the “cool” air before church. That afternoon we made it a point to spend our family time outside and headed over to Volunteer Park to get rid of jitters.
I managed to take this picture of Ale and Grace on the swings that I can’t stop looking at. I’ve always heard about girls having a close bond with their dads, but seeing this bond play out before my eyes is so surreal. They’re best friends. He teaches her the things I can’t and she blossoms when he’s with her. Sometimes I cringe and give him “the look” (like when he teaches her how to trust-fall) but most of the time, I just smile and take it all in. She loves her daddy and I’m grateful for their relationship.
I’m hoping the weather changes a bit more for us down here. We’re looking forward to the day when we open our windows and give the AC a break. Until then, we’ll wait another 6 weeks for dad’s three day weekend and plan for our next park outing. Can’t wait!
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