What a day! Today, daddy ran a 5K and you were there cheering him on as he neared the finish line. 5K is European talk for 3.10685596 miles. They call it a 5K because it looks better on t-shirts. Here's a picture of daddy nearing the end of the race. I'm blurry because I'm going so fast.
Afterwards, we cooled off at Regency Cafe where you had your first public diaper blowout. Fortunately the only non-family member who saw your diaper lose its structural integrity was another mother who gave us a knowing nod of the head and an encouraging, "Don't worry, we've had that happen many times." Moms always seem to have a way of comforting and reassuring other moms. Not surprisingly, your mother handled it like a champ, though her new capris now have a colorful and unintended design.
We hung out for the parade, the attendance of which rivaled that of an amateur badminton match. We thought all the drums and sirens would be scary but you really seemed to enjoy all the commotion.
Though it was a small-town affair, it was nice seeing the paraders giving their all and watching our fellow townsfolk shouting and smiling with gratitude. We saw two marching bands, some classic cars and a group of men proudly representing the much-revered Buffalo Soldiers of the Civil War.
Here's a fire truck. You can't have a parade in this county without at least one fire truck. This one had two.
As the parade drew to an end, so did your patience for the rising sun and heat so we took a nice stroll back home for a much deserved nap. We all had a great time at your first parade.
Love,
Dad
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