Love Stinks
Sorry about the hiatus, but I needed a break. I went home this weekend for a much needed recharge. I was happy to see new growth in my old city; a sign that a very slow rebound from Katrina is still moving in a positive direction.
I wanted Alex to experience Mardi Gras, so I took her to a daytime, family-oriented parade. We arrived early and set up in the neutral ground (that’s Louisiana for “median”). After waiting three hours for the parade to make it to our side of town, I figured the kid would tank, but she held on like the little trooper she is. As the first colorful floats drifted by, I saw the wonder in her eyes that I felt as a child. It was the most wonderful experience to share with her; this was home, this was my heritage. This was a part of me, and now, it would become a part of her, this love for the biggest free party in the world. The colors, the music, the beads, the joy, the feeling of community and ultimately, belonging to something.
She made it through that entire parade without crying or whining, despite the fact that I knew she was completely wiped out. I had to post my favorite picture of the day. I laugh every time I look at it. (The Dale Earnhart look-alike is my father).
Today’s title has nothing to do with the story, but reflects how I feel about Valentine’s Day. I had to throw that in.