It is excited to feel the wind caressing its feathers. It feels the crisp cold of morning and watches as the early light unveils its first glimpse of what the day has to hold. It is exhilarated, energized, thrilled to be alive.
And then, so very unexpectedly, it is shot through the chest with a shot gun bullet and the beautiful sky, clouds, sun--the very heavens above--go twisting like a mad top as it careens with the grace of a flailing toddler about to get a flu shot through the heavens.
Ahem. We thought it would be a good idea to take the toddler and go on a family mini-vacation to Eureka Springs this past weekend. Since you can guess how that went (car sickness due to the Pig Trail (you understand if you're an Arkansan); a breakdown in the middle of Pizza Hut; an hour-long tour in a cave that wasn't suited for a toddler who happened to discover that his screaming was much, much louder underground; Mommy about to rip her actual hair out on a train that was going slower than a dying person walks; not being able to get out of our hotel room and so being forced to stay the night). I could go on. But I won't. Instead, I will leave you with our deceptively happy pictures. Enjoy. We sure didn't. ;)
[Side Note: Do you ever think my titles are weird? Probably. Google them if you think I'm crazy.]
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