|Maine in the fall: makes me blush.|
Thank you all for the outpouring of support about the rough month I had in September. We were all glad to have that behind us so we could get on with the business of enjoying beautiful fall in Maine.
Way back in September, the kids and I ran the Color Run in Bangor, which really was the "happiest 5K on the planet." The Bangor waterfront was hopping at 7:00 am with music, dancing, and millions of bubbles floating above us. It was hilarious.
And after, they were green from head to toe. Reed especially required some major scrubbing to get that hair clean. For some reason, he looks really sad about it in this picture.
We have a newly acquired slice of heaven on Phillips Lake and we have been spending time there as much as possible. Reed didn't care that it was only 60 degrees on this fall day, and spent most of the day in the water.
This happy crew got together at the Carvers to cook up an Indian feast for Ange's birthday.
This is Skyler after she scored her first goal ever. That smile says it all.
And after soccer games, we gear up in Husson colors to cheer for Ellis who is killing it on the football team.
Skyler turned TEN and had an art-museum birthday party.
She got her first cell phone, a little flip phone, and now I get texts like these from her. This is a birthday gift that is actually a gift for me.
Next up, my cousins from Germany came to visit.
And the kids didn't notice the language barrier at all.
During that weekend, Skyler broke her arm after falling on roller blades. Her soccer season was over, and she was stuck in a sling and then a cast.
She was a trooper. It was a pretty bad break and she handled it like a pro.
|Hubertus, who reminds me SO much of my dad, is the salt of the earth. I wish we got to see each other more often.|
I met up with Susan at mile 8 who ran with me to mile 18, which was a total blessing. She kept me company through the hardest part of the race (mentally hard, and very windy). At mile 18, I saw my mom, Tim's mom, and Skyler and Reed which was a huge pick-me-up. After mile 19, I started walking more up the hardest hills. Holy mother of hills. I knew I could finish, but my legs were just exhausted from the long stretches of climbing. Oddly enough, the miles seemed to tick off in a fairly satisfying pace. Every time I looked at my Garmin to check where I was, I was a .2 away from the next mile. I looked at my Garmin (I swear) at 18.8, 19.8, 20.8, 21.8, and so on. I was making slow progress, but I was making progress. Was I having fun? Sort of yes, sort of no.
At mile 23, I found Susan standing on the side of the road; she had decided to run the last few miles with me, God bless her. I needed some cheering up. The hills continue until the very end. At mile 26.1 Skyler and Reed ran out to join me for the end.
It's not over yet, though. What remains still has so much color.
This week, we found an extra-good sunrise before school, just one of the million things to be thankful for.
Next up: Halloween festivities and just maybe, our first snow storm. Thanks for checking in. xo