For several summers in a row now, we've celebrated our friend Suzanne's birthday at their camp on Schoodic Lake. Last year, our friend Matt dubbed it "Suzapalooza" and it stuck. Suzapalooza always involves great people, great food, and the bittersweet realization that summer is on its way out. But what a gorgeous day we had.
This year also included a very spirited round of frisbee catching off the dock. We laughed and laughed and had lots of not-so-graceful jumps and misses.
This one makes me laugh because neither of us caught the frisbee.
Reed tried probably 25 times and never made the catch, but he flung his body off that dock with such spirit and abandon; it was a joy to watch. Next year, Reedo, next year.
|the shot of the day!|
And Ange with baby Beckett.
We ended the night with a local firework show and the kids were up until 10:00 pm. I got up early and ran 8 miles with Susan and her husband Liam, and when I got home at 8:45, the kids were still asleep. Miraculous!
This is officially my last week of summer. I'm off to make a batch of blueberry waffles.
Have a great Sunday!