So a couple of weeks ago, on a Saturday, we were sitting in the dining room eating our lunch. Chris was reading the paper. He looked up and said semi-mockingly, “Oh no, we’re going to miss the Dover Cruise this weekend.” we were heading out to the beach in a couple of hours.
Around here, almost any tractor passing is reason enough to run out waving like a crazy person. For Kennedy, not me. Usually. Not that there’s any shortage of tractors passing by all day, everyday. Kennedy just really likes them.
So out we all ran to the front lawn. Out the front door we never use, even.
And it was the highlight of the day. For all of us.