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Last night and this morning


Last night, my son Wilson said "That was one of the best days of my life today." I have to say, it was one of my best days too. And it was just so...simple.

It was just a pleasure to watch my two sons and their close buddy skating all afternoon; to watch them help each other, not fight ONCE, and work hard at what they were loving doing, as well as collaborate on what they should try next.

We were at the school with a perfect downslope, no cars, no one else around, just hours of them doing tricks and showing off for me and laughing. And sunshine. And I could just be quiet and watch. By the end of it I decided I'm getting a skateboard for myself. And I found the perfect one. Check THIS out.



workout this morning: many many 200's free and 100's and 50's stroke :)
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Sugar D said…
love that, wish i was there with nate. & you GOTTA get the board!
xoxo great story. i smiled real big reading it :)
April 9, 2010 at 10:59 AM
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