The perfect end to the perfect week....the Puyallup Fair! On Wednesday we arrived promptly as the gates to the fair opened. Our first priority was getting our fill of Fisher scones.
Next, we rode the kiddie train around the carnival. I think riding the choo-choo was Hank's favorite part of the day.
Then, we took Hank to the petting zoo where he got to pet goats, sheep, and bunnies. We also went to the animal barns and saw geese, chickens, horses, cows, and goats.
Hank was adamant about riding the rides, but turned out to be all talk. He chose to ride a racecar that drove around a small racetrack. I guess he didn't understand that he would be going on the ride solo, because as soon as the car pulled away from Dad, Hank panicked. The operator had to shut the ride down and come rescue poor Hank. For our second attempt, we decided to try a ride that was less intimidating and just went around and around in a small circuit. Although Hank had a serious expression on his face during the entire ride, as soon as it stopped, he would say "again, again!" Funny kid.
Part of the reason that I enjoyed the fair so much was that it was the perfect capstone to an incredible week spent together as a family. I was sad to see Aaron return to work on Thursday morning and for life to go back to its old routine again. I loved every minute of the time that we spent together this past week and will remember it as a special time for us. My heart is full--I love my boys to peices. I have been amazed at the way that Aaron has handled his responsibilities. Before I know what to do, Aaron already has the diapers changed, the kids bathed, is holding Max in one hand, and playing with Hank at the same time. I love to watch him with his sons--it makes me feel lucky to have found such a wonderful husband. I love Hank more today than I did yesterday. Hank constantly impresses me with his creativity and thoughtfulness. He is my best little buddy and I sincerely enjoy his companionship. Hank is a great big brother, my only concern is that Hank may smother Max with his "hugs." Max is a joy. I can't get enough of his sweet little face and tiny little body. I never thought I could be this happy. In my prayers, I can't think of anything else to ask for. I only ask that I be able to hold my boys a little closer and squeeze them a little tighter and soak in each moment. I hope when I am old and sitting on my rocking chair on my front porch that I will be able to remember days like the day we spent at the fair together.