I really didn’t want to go. It was hot. Dust would be lingering everywhere (and we just had the new car washed). It’s expensive. And I don’t do rides. At least, not of the fair variety. They put those things up in a day! That just doesn’t seem right. But in the end, I relented. It was the last day, and we needed some family time. The kids squealed with delight as we piled in the car. I sighed and thought of all the other things I could be doing.
Then we got there, and everything changed. It was so much fun to watch Alex jump up and down. It was so much fun to watch Helen’s face light up as she trotted off with her friends. It was so much fun to watch Jessie throw her head back with laughter, consumed with the moment. The Fair is fun. I didn’t want to leave.
Some people consider this fun. I’m not one of them.
I love ferris wheels. I’ve never been on one, but there’s something so nostalgic and other-era about them. I always have to get a photo.
Alex was clearly enjoying himself.
Jessie could not stop laughing at this point. It was hilarious to watch.
Then I turned around and noticed that my boys were standing in the prettiest light.
My favorite time of day at the Fair: when the sun goes down and all the neon starts to come to life.
Until next year.
Here’s to the Fair. And being talked into what you thought you didn’t want to do. And loving every minute of it. Cheers!