Let me tell you why this photo will make the Professor and I laugh for the rest of our lives.
This was taken last weekend at our annual trip to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival,
(I can say annual after two years right?)
Anyway, it was a long, beautiful, hysterical, frustrating, warm, sun filled, tulip filled trip.
Brooke woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Melted down three times before we left,
Once on the car ride over,
and I can't count the number of times at the little festival.
She refused to eat anything but ice cream,
and took off running so many times, it was like running sprints in PE.
We were those parents the ones everyone else looks at like, "What is wrong with your child? Why would you bring your delusional child here and ruin our beautiful, peaceful day?"
And then the moment came when we finally found a non-judging neighbor to take a family picture in front of the beautiful flowers, and suddenly screaming to get free of Ben's arms became "Cheese!" all smiles and warm.
Jocelyn who had been really fantastic all day, bumped into Ben's face seconds before the picture and left him seeing stars and her hiding her head in my lap.
At this point, laughter seemed the only option.
The further we get away from the day, the more of the good I remember, and there were lots of good; lots of fun pictures.
However, I had to comment about this one first, because we still look at this picture and crack up.