So this past week, my dad's work had the annual Lagoon party. I hadn't been in a pretty long time, mainly because I don't have thiry bucks to spend on a mediocre theme park with manic-depressive tigers and malnourished camels caged in dog runs as part of their "Safari Train" exhibits. Forget that I just said that, that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is, that as I watched Josh and Lydia work up the courage to go on the rides, and, depending on the ride, either laugh their heads off or look terrified and refuse to let go of the lap bar, I remembered how magical a place this filthy, sex-predator swamp had been to me (don't let your kids out of your sight at Lagoon... creepy fourteen year olds are the only people they employ). By the time we were riding our two last rides, the carousel and the swings, I had slipped into a strangely nostalgic mood, and I decided to take about a million pictures with my camera-phone. By this time, Lydia had stopped screeching every time we decided to go on a new ride (she couldn't bring herself to ride even the swings the first time around, we ultimately just started forcing her on the rides) and so she looked happy and she was actually smiling as we went on the rides, so she looked good in the pictures. Josh just looked happy the whole time, including when we rode the new rollercoaster called Wicked (he rode every ride I rode). He was doing the bird-calls he does when he's excited, and Lydia stood by watching and weeping at what she was sure was our impending doom (she looked a little surprised when we came back forty seconds later in one piece, mostly, excluding the fact that Josh was verbally unresponsive and somewhat wobbly for a good two minutes after, though when he regained speech he wanted to go again). Anyway, I just wanted to share the sweetness of my family having a day off. I love them, and those them who are in Texas or Poland right now- I miss you and I'm excited for you to come home!
