Labor Day

There is a wonder and excitement that we lose somewhere

on the road of childhood to adulthood.



It's too bad, really.  

One of my favorite things about having kids is being able to get a glimpse

of that energy and relive those moments through their eyes.

There was a little fair down the street from our house this past weekend.

We told the girls on Labor Day that we would go once it got dark.

We learned that Raquel is afraid of heights.



And did you notice Mike's super short cut?

He's come to terms with the fact that his lush, thick, mass of follicular glory, of days past,
is not coming back, and is slowly stepping into the sexy bald-man category.  I like it.

The whole night was particularly magical for Gracie.

Here she is waiting in anticipation for her first ride to start.

I wasn't allowed to get on any of the rides. 
I guess there is no hiding my current state of pregnancy.
And this fair was unusually restrictive.

Not even the Carousel could I ride.

Regardless, the girls had a wonderful time.  And I got a brief peek into the joyfulness of childhood.