If I'm perfectly honest, I have a few expectations about the end of summer.
1. The mosquitoes will migrate to whatever place they go when they take a vacation from gnawing on my ankles.
2. The temperature may actually drop back into double digits. I'm a dreamer, I know.
3. Once my kids start school, I will not have to don a swimsuit until the following Spring Break, at least.
I realize expectations are not a good thing. They tend to leave you disappointed and, after last weekend, with a three-hour wedgie. I think the technical term is actually 'aquatic device misalignment'.
Every August, Mercy Street takes its mentors and their mentees to a water park to celebrate the new school year. And apparently to force me to leave my expectations at the door.
It's hands-down the kids' favorite event.
Water slides galore, lunch, and that gorgeous sunshine that stays strong in Dallas until about January when it cools off to 85.
There really is no better way to end the summer than a lazy river with a kid who looks forward to Bahama Beach all year.
Tee is our uber-comptetitive child and, after racing me down a slide several times, was incredibly discouraged that he couldn't beat my time. "Son, let me help you understand. It's not a question of skill, but of weight. If you drop a pot-bellied pig and a grasshopper at the same time, the pig's just gonna hit the pavement faster. It's a matter of physics." See, that's an example of how I'm always looking for those teachable moments but am clearly not qualified to home-school.
Here Dion is flashin' his famous grin.