On Friday, the weather was absolutely perfect for a morning outside. The humidity was minimal and we had such a nice breeze. I decided it was a perfect day for the park.
And I love the park in my hometown. I have always loved it. It's a sprawling expanse of grass, trees, a lake, and many play grounds. There are baseball and softball fields, a band shell, a pool, and tennis courts. I began playing soccer in this park when I was four years old. I used to feed the ducks that visit the pond. I waded in the low creek that meanders around one of it's borders. We watched fireworks as a family in the park every Fourth of July. When I was older, I learned to play tennis on the courts in this park. I worked as a lifeguard at the pool and taught swim lessons during the summer. I ran my hometown cross country meets here. I played mud volleyball with friends in the Fourth of July tournament. So many memories...
I thought of these memories as I was sitting with my precious girls in the same park. While we were sitting on our blanket watching robins dance in the grass, I pointed to the field and said, "This is where Mommy learned to play soccer." At that same moment, I saw one of my Jr. High teachers jog by, running the same route she's been running since I was a student in her class. The familiarity was warm and comforting for me, and I smiled as I watched Audrey chase a robin into the field while Claire practiced crawling on our blanket.
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