ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Tonight our good friend Glenn and his boy PJ took us to an Astros game at Minute Maid park. It was amazing. Atrain and PJ ran muck as if they had known each other for years. The husband and Glenn picked up as if it hadn't been years. And, wiggly Jdog and I bonded as we wandered around the stadium. The game (or at least what I saw of it) wasn't half bad, either. But bar-none, my favorite moment was when the game was done and dome of the stadium rolled back to reveal a star-filled Houston sky, set a-light with fireworks. I loved watching Atrain's face flash with glee as he admired the exploding display from his father's lap. Baby J's face lit with wonder--not even a twitch of fear (nothing can phase that kid). It was a night to remember.
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