Two parades. Lots of marketing. Even more sunshine.
And I saw someone I hadn’t seen in years, sitting with her family on the curb. It’s a wonder where the time goes, how children change and adults try not to.
The best thing about the parades, for me, still is the memory of my first parade – five years ago, when I barely made it to the end. Every movement was slow and painful. My breathing labored by the time I made the end.
Today, I walked and walked with no problems.
Will keep working on those positive changes.