We just returned from a visit to New Orleans to see Aaron’s dad, Uncle Ray, and Aunt Anne. On the seven hour trip west from Tallahassee, Clara asked me often if we were on our way to see Uncle Anne.
I downloaded 99 pictures to the computer tonight—some from another trip to the beach and many from our trip to New Orleans. I have something like 30 pictures just of William’s face.
For now, because now is always too close to 10:30 p.m., here’s a few that capture the highlight of our visit.
I think Aaron’s dad said it had been twelve years since the last time he did it. He had a dream he was running again. Something about the dream, something about Aaron, something about the new shoes from the Academy sports superstore– something got these boys doing what I think Aaron has wanted to do together for a long time. They went for a jog and came back two, sweaty, happy messes.