Forgot to tell you this story.

It happened last weekend in Ruidoso.

It was late on Saturday and we had finished swimming. All of you girls were piling into the bathtub to take a bath together.

Yes – it was a giant bathtub.

So all three of you are sitting there while the water is still filling up the tub and H, looks at me and says in an excited tone:

Dad! Why don’t you get in with us!?

I turn around to respond, but before I can say anything, H scrunches her face up in a grossed out way and continues:

Maybe just wear those pants though.

Bahahaha.

I love you.

-Dad

We had a Ruidoso first this weekend.

Just the four of us went!

Every time we have ever gone before it has been with Pop and Gammies and your cousins in July.

We left early on Saturday at 8 AM and got back to town on Sunday around 6:00 PM.

When we got to Ruidoso, we ate a late lunch at Cafe Rio, walked downtown on both sides of the street, checked into the MCM Elegante, had an early dinner at Lincoln County Grill, and then swam in the indoor pool until bedtime.

We made a fire and stayed up late watching cartoons.

Sunday we stopped by the downstairs breakfast bar for you kiddos, ate breakfast at Lincoln County Grill, and the went back to the hotel to swim until it was time to check out at noon.

We at lunch at Casa Blanca and poured everyone into the car exhausted.

Random note that the MCM Elegante’s indoor pool is salt water. The water felt less processed, if that is even possible. And I just wanted to get lost in the accompanying hot tub.

It was a quick but relaxing getaway at just the right time.

Can we go back soon?

I love you.

-Dad

When you make it a daily routine to sit down and write, there are bound to be days here and there when you have little to nothing to say.

Some call it “writer’s block” or whatever else.

But I tend to think, not saying something – when it is you job to say things – is a little undisciplined and unprofessional.

Anyway, today was one of the kind of days that this struggle made sense to me.

You find yourself tired, after a long and ordinary day, and every word you type feels like pushing a boulder up a hill.

All I know is that despite how we felt, we all laughed a lot tonight.

We read for the first time this ridiculous story about a little girl that bought a unicorn, which turned out to be a goat.

In fact, I think I’ll write a post about that tomorrow.

I love you.

-Dad