Today we took our annual trek to the county fair. Recent temps have verged on oppressive, but fortunately for us, today's weather was quite lovely: 80s and partly sunny. We watched the Alaskan racing pigs surge around their little oval track, saw a trio of stunt riders execute a series of crazy-looking aerials, and cheered as the kids competed in the pedal tractor pull (just like I did ions ago). We looked at the farm animals and an eclectic set of collections (which included Brady's favorite, which featured lots of "Cars" paraphernalia) and successfully finished a scavenger hunt. And I learned, from looking at the numerous pieces hanging in the courtyard, that my daughter has a real affinity for abstract art.
As our excursion came to a close in the early evening hours, we did as we've done each year in recent history and took silly photobooth pics.
They truly are pretty terrible images. It's really difficult to squeeze five people into the teeny tiny space and then actually sit relatively still while four separate photos are taken. But I love them anyway, because they bring us together (literally). And even better, when we're all together, it's almost like Logan is with us even though in a physical sense, he's not.
So yeah: the silly, bad pictures are a blessing.
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