…I know they got plenty of young blood left in ‘em and plenty nights under pink skies you taught ‘em to enjoy…

Pink skies, carnival lights, smiles, smells, laughter, sticky fingers, mini donut fueled chaos, certainty they could beat the rigged game system, lemonade pucker, tired feet, the crowds, the sounds, the memories, the future memories, one more ride, one more game…one more memory.

Knowing you’re experiencing one of those “good ol’ days” as it’s happening is priceless.

Days like this become part of who they are later in life and that’s the whole point.

Someday when they remember this day I know from experience they will ache to experience it all again.

Childhood and parenthood are such a wild parallel experience. My only job yesterday was making their day feel magical. Turn a regular day into something beautiful. My heart is full knowing I succeeded.