A July day with low humidity and a high of 78 comes along once in a lifetime here in Nashville. After weeks of sweltering humidity and oppressing heat we were looking forward to the perfect weekend. We opened all the windows in the house to let the cool breeze in. Raif was finally home from Texas - life was good.
The family spent a good portion of the morning debating the millions of possibilities for the day. We finally decided on the park. We filled the Volvo with our bikes and tennis rackets. Being the ever diligent parent before we left I made sure that the kids were properly slathered in sunscreen. Quinn likes to put her own sunscreen on and so I always put a bit in her hand to keep her occupied while I lather her up. Once I was done I quickly went to help Greyson get his shoes on and we were off. I never really did watch what Quinn did with that sunscreen - I assumed that she put it on her somewhere. But once we were in the car I realized where it ended up - her eyes. At some point and for whatever reason she rubbed her eyes and the tears came. By the time we actually got to the park her eyes looked like mine the morning after 5 appletinis. She tried to brave it out and we swang for about 2 minutes but she was too miserable. Back into the car we piled and went home. Poor Quinn spent the next 5 hours in her room with her eyes closed because she said it felt better when they were shut.
Oh and I did I mention that while our windows were up all day our septic system which butts up to the back of the house right under our windows overflowed and so that sweet cool breeze was scented with - well - I will leave that to your imagination.
A perfect day indeed.
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