We had a tough apple butter festival this last weekend.

It was fun, but it began to spiral out of control a little towards the end.

We got there early and did all of the standard activities – I think we have been the last three or four years in a row.

We rode the tractor, watched you girls jump in the bounce house, did a little project at the art station, took a few good pictures, and of course, hand-picked some apples out of the orchard.

And then, H, we started running into some of your friends from school.

You had a hard time listening to us with your friends around.

For lunch, we ate a plate of barbeque and listened to the live music.

But by then we had been there for two hours and had had enough.

I took K to the car and mom took you, H, on one more ride.

K was asleep in two minutes and one ride turned into three I am not sure how.

But the time mom had waited in line at the checkout counter inside and everyone made it to the car, K had been asleep for almost 45 minutes.

We were all grumpy, tired, and windblown.

But I wouldn’t trade the time with you for anything.

And they did take a picture of us.

I love you.

-Dad