After a tennis team dinner, Jack and I struck out in the stroller for skater park. He wanted to practice his kickflip-indy-nosebone-tail-grab-540.
But it got dark.
And I didn't bring his skateboard.
And he's two.
So he sat in the stroller, cuddled up in the blanket his grandma made for him, and commented on the cars, lights, parks, buses, and stars.
Sometimes running feels so good. Sometimes it's frosting on a sweet cake of a day. Sometimes it's the air freshener spritz on a day that's a complete turd.
I'm glad I got a breath of sweet scented air today.
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