I don't get up early.
Sleep is gold to me, and any second I can savor it is gladly used. There are very few things that could wake me at 5 a.m. and I actually be happy about it. One of them is vacation.
The other is a massive explosion.
Today was option number two as the 17 story Plaza Hotel was imploded at 6:30 a.m. I knew this was a special thing, and while we could watch it on TV, I'd seen implosions on TV before. When were my family and I ever going to get to experience it live and in person again? So, we woke the kids, took some toaster strudels in the car, and headed to find a good spot to watch the BOOM.
We settled on the rooftop parking above World Market, just south of campus. Good view of the tower, quick escape from traffic. It was the best of both worlds.
It was a good lesson in taking the time to enjoy things. We could have just watched it on TV, it would have been easier. But it would not have been time together as family. That's what mattered most.
The rest of the day was more subbing for Kristin and I. Then while Leslie and I were waiting to pick up Kenna at the High School (where Lisa was bringing her), she asked me, "Why are teenagers crazy?"
I thought it was a good question. "Hormones," I responded.
"What's that?"
"Chemicals that are in your body."
She was clearly thinking on this information. "Do all teenagers have them?"
"Yeah, but some people handle them better than others."
She smiled. "Well, I'm not gonna act crazy."
"I hope not."
She added, not so confidently, "I hope Kenna doesn't."
Ahhh, siblings.
We ended with the kids at gymnastics. Leslie was trying to see if she liked the Bronze Team. It's not competition, but it's the one before real competitions. Kenna was doing her normal class, and was doing amazing things on vault- just not at the time she was supposed to. And then she nailed the bars. Leslie, meanwhile, was being singled out for her back handstand extensions by an amazed coach. And there were several parents also quite impressed.
Today was a good day.
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