Traditions

For years now, when I have been in town on Memorial Day,

I have spent the morning at our local Boalsburg fair

with Heather & Ash and the girls.

And for years now, it is always pretty much the same:

 We make our way straight to the pie competition tent,
[Kate's hand still always tucked into mine]

and scope out what we think will be our favorite.

Ash gets in line then

to wait for when the judging ends and the selling begins,

 while the rest of us wander around, 

 seeing

and tasting

 all that there is to take in.

Then, we settle in on the lawn of our favorite house

 and wait for the pie to arrive in our laps.

 There are always camera shenanigans,

 and the drama of getting Kate to take a real picture

 of Heather and me...

This year Kate & I requested 

 what turned out to be the winning pie

[Key Lime DELICIOUS]

 and we gathered around

and ate it all up.

After a while of hanging out,

of adding some hot dogs to our circle along with

some lovely friends,

we made one small change to our MD routine

when we needed to find a bathroom in an old church nearby.

[My toilet paper has never seemed so beautiful...]

Then, we returned home, 

climbed in our bathing suits

and went to the pool.

Tradition stayed alive as Kate and I argued 

over whether or not I would go down the red slide

 [Had random purple-suited girl not wandered here at just this moment,

you would see Sarah shooting out of that slide into the pool...]

 and we wandered in and out of the water for swimming 

when we got hot and snacks when we got cold.

And when all was said and done 

and we went along our separate ways, we thought:

We love each other,

and we love this day!