Lucky Friday the 13th

For two consecutive nights, Daddy took Sienna to fly the kite, leaving me behind to have some “me time”, as if I don’t have enough of it. The school yard is a few minute walk. It was getting chilly. I drove over, hoping to give them a ride home. Daddy was still working diligently trying to get the kite up. Sienna ran to me like the evening breeze. They didn’t want my ride. So I drove home myself in slow motion with two of them chasing each other on the side walk. We didn’t see any other cars or any other pedestrians. We were the whole world of three people.

Friday the 13th - How lucky I have these memories to go back to!