Sunday in the Park and Snowcones

Today, at lunch after church, Jadon asked if I wanted to go to a Festival. Not really...my couch was calling me for a nap and my sketch book was calling me for some fun. But I cannot look into my little man-cub's beautiful blue eyes and say no.

 So, Nanny and Darling Daughter and I loaded up four kiddos and headed to the park. It was hot and crowded. It reminded me of a school Halloween carnival... except for the fact that it wasn't a cool, fall evening.

We swung and slid and climbed and ran and when we were totally worn out, we headed back to the car and went in search of the "World's Best Snow Cone".

I have been hearing about this place for about a year now. It's on the other side of town and I'm not a huge snow cone fan...I much prefer ice cream.

We pulled up to the stand and Nanny and I stood in line for a good 15 minutes or more. We were hot and tired and I was wondering if this was really going to be worth it. It was...both for the snow cone and the conversation. A wonderful conversation with a young, Hispanic father of four, out for a snow cone (for the first time too). Precious, well-behaved kids and a conversation that ended with "God bless you".

And you know, He did...and does. Constantly, day in and day out.