So, today is supposed to be a Wordless Wednesday post, but I have some thoughts to share with you that (sort of) go along with the photos I want to share.
We went to the fair yesterday, the girls and I. This was the first time in a few years that I’d been to the fair, but SuperMan was working late and the only good night to go this week was last night. I wasn’t looking forward to it, dreading it actually, but I “sucked it up” and took them. My neighbor (and good friend) went with me so that our kids could ride the rides together and we’d have moral support as well. I was thinking I was going to need it.
You see, in years past, I have hated the fair. Yes, hated it.
I hated the noise. I hated the crowds.
I hated the carnies. I hated the smells.
I hated the walking. I hated the sensory overload.
It was misery in action for me.
I would go, only to please my family, but couldn’t wait to leave and cringing inside the whole time.
Only yesterday was different.
And I think it is because I am different these days.
Yesterday was fun.
Yes, there were crowds of scary people (where do all those weirdos come from anyway?)
Yes, there was a lot of noise and smelly smells and weird, creepy carnival people.
There was all of that.
But, somehow, yesterday, it was fun.
I loved watching my kids on the rides.
I loved watching them get their faces painted.
I loved hanging out with my friends and running into other friends (hi, Leigh Ann!)
I loved the crazy robot who wanted to “double-dog dare” us
I loved watching the rescue dogs do their frisbee tricks.
I loved the fair.
Oh, and the best part? I wasn’t exhausted when we got home. My feet weren’t aching and I didn’t feel like I’d just climbed Mt. Everest.
Yes, things are definitely different these days.
And I like it this way.