Friday, October 7th, 2016 was one for the books. It really, really was.
It was one of those nights that I want to remember, and remember, and then remember again. And then again once more.
It was one of those nights that gets collected and gently placed in the “Special-Memory-Jar-of-Forever.” You know? THAT jar.
It was one of those nights where the excitement was big, the adventure was grand, and the moments were sweet. OH, so very, very sweet.
It was one of those nights where you get home, throw open your computer, and write it all down. ALL. DOWN.
Yes. It was one of those nights.
And because you probably won’t look back in 20 years and recall this memory on your own (though who knows what your little hearts will seal tight), I want to write it ALL DOWN…just in case your precious minds want to revisit tonight…just in case you need a walk down beauty lane on some other night.
And because memories aren’t always remembered in sentences and processed in paragraphs, I want to share tonight in photographs…accompanied with a simple fluttering of words.
Because tonight was the night we chased down the sun.
Country roads, an autumn breeze; we ate our simple subs. Blankets spread and farms around; we watched and gazed and stared.
Together you two, you chased and ran; you stopped and stood and posed.
Soda-filled bottles all on ice; we sipped and cheered and shared.
Blue, and orange…yellow and red…we took our time to choose. Sugar so sweet and memories so big; we laughed and drank some more.
You danced, you twirled, you laughed, and spilled; you giggled on your knees.
You ran, you jumped, you itched and scratched; you found a friendly face.
She blazed, she burned, and then she fell; we watched until she slept.
Chased her down, together we four…on that old, back-country road.