We had some friends over for Labor Day this week. The plan was to have dinner and then walk to a neighborhood yogurt bar for dessert. The place is probably just under a mile a way, a walk that we've made plenty of times. The older kids are even getting to the point where they either walk along with us or ride their bikes. We walked to the same place on Memorial Day with a couple of friends and have done so a handful of times over the course of the summer.
Except this time, I thought it was going to be the death of me! It felt so far away! And amongst our herd of 4 adults and 5 kids six and under, I am fairly certain that I was the slowest one in the bunch. I was trying to disguise it, but I was struggling to keep up.
And I knew the adventure was going to haunt me for the remainder of the night and into the next day. It was going to make it a difficult night's sleep for me.'
But not wanting to be one to give up or give in, I laced up the shoes and trouped out the door with the rest of the crew. All in anticipation of frozen yogurt with any and every topping you could imagine. Including sour apple flavored gummy army guys.
Except the yogurt place was closed for the day in honor of Labor Day. No joke!
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