It was one of those days.
No. Not that kind.
The good kind.
The kind that makes me feel guilty about all my whining this summer. Why can't I enjoy my boys this much all the time? Just look at them. They're fantastic! Why am I so anxious for school to start next week? I should soak up this time at home while they're still so young and under my wing (I have wings...have I mentioned that?). Have you ever seen a cuter brood of boys? (Does three boys qualify us for a brood...because it sure as heck feels like a brood.)
Columbus has a life size replica of the Santa Maria. (I know, right?) Certainly not because Columbus sailed to this lovely land-locked state...but my home town is obviously named after the man. We've never been on the tour so today was the day.
I forget how much I love my city. Columbus is glorious. I spend way, way, way too much time in the suburbs. Downtown is magic to me. There are so many beautiful old buildings. We put two hours worth of quarters in the parking meter and used up every second walking along the riverfront, enjoying the green, green grass, reading all the plaques at every statue and sculpture, and finding a surprise fountain for cooling off.
Then we got back to the car and the whining picked up right where it left off before they were even buckled in. I'm back to looking forward to school starting next week. But I'm glad we had those two magical hours together for our last full week of summer break. My kids really are the greatest.