What a wonderful, yet awful day yesterday was. My heart is broken for my fellow Bostonians and the tragedy that has befallen our beloved little city. They are in our hearts and prayers.
We started the day excited about our trip to the infamous Boston Marathon. I packed the kids up and drove to Newton where we met up with some friends around mile 19. Ellie had so much fun cheering on the runners. She would yell bits of encouragement like, "Your doing great!" or "Run fast!" I love her. Jet just kinda went along for the ride and thankfully was a good boy. I love him too.
The Highlight of the trip was Ellie passing out oranges to the runners. She would take the orange slice and hold it in her little hand. When a runner would take the orange from that sticky little palm, she would be so excited and she would jump up and down. I noticed that most of the takers were women, they must have had the maternal instinct to know that by taking a piece of fruit they would make this little two year old's day. I loved them for it. The runners of the marathon are always so fun to watch. There were people dressed up like tinker belle and Dorthy and then there were service men and women fully suited carrying a huge pack. The day was full of triumph and fun. Everyone was so excited and supportive of each other. I loved when the runners would have their names written on their shirts because Ellie and I would cheer extra hard for them, using their name of course.
Then she found a friend. This little monkey entertained Elle for like an hour. What is it with this girl and animals? I couldn't keep her away from this little weird purple creature. So naturally, I had to take a picture of her dancing with it. haha.
We found out about the bombings after we picked Leon up from school. Of course Harvard doesn't celebrate patriots day, boo. We were shocked and so grateful to be safe from all of this violence. I couldn't help but think "why is it we can't go anywhere these days?" I thought of all of the wonderful first responders and as I was hearing stories of the medical staff running into the explosions, I wasn't surprised one bit. I know these people all too well and am proud to have worked with many of them. Boston medical professionals are a whole different breed and they are truly amazing people. We need good people in this world. I hope I am raising good people. I hope I am teaching my little people to love one another and to make this world a better place. I know they make my world a better place.
Pray for Boston.
