Our sweet little town puts up an ice rink in the park each winter. The tent goes up in October for Fashion Week and stays up through January. Last year the girls were DYING to go ice skating.
We never made it.
Suffice it to say that as soon as that tent went up THIS YEAR, the familiar chorus of "Mommy, remember last year when you said..." began.
And I knew it could no longer be avoided.
Helping HJ get her skates on
Seems every time I came around the rink, he would begin to cry. It feels so good to be loved!