It's the blanket, not the fireworks

We had an action packed weekend, bouncing from event to event.   It was a tight schedule but we fit everything in.

Saturday night I put Lily to bed and recapped the day with her, like I always do.  I talked about setting up the Chiari walk, soccer, the balloon launch and all the big events of the day.   Then I asked her what her favorite event was, and she referred to something that I hadn't even thought to mention.   She said it was when we were sitting on the tailgate of my truck waiting for mom to return with the stroller.   I had taken a cracked hockey stick that was in the back of my truck and was letting her hold it (with assistance).   It was essentially a time filler, taking advantage of a beautiful view of Stony Creek lake, rather then waiting in the truck.

It struck me that the big events aren't always the ones that matter.   You go to the firework show, but it's often the time waiting for things, lying on the blanket in the grass, where all the best things happen.