Every Day Should Be Kite Day

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This husband of mine…

Always waits til spring to visit the cemeteries…doesn’t want to go when there’s a chill in the air…maybe because he’s always cold or maybe because he’s easily spooked…

Headed to the cemetery on Cemetery Lane…located near a park…a large park…a gorgeous park…a park adjacent to the river…

The day was lovely: sunny, clear, warm with a nice breeze…drove up Cemetery Lane when what to our wondering eyes should we see?…kites…kites here, kites there, kites, kites, everywhere…

Pink kites, yellow kites, Texas state flag kites…flamingo kites, shark kites, cute, little “giving-them-to-kids-for-free” kites…

Because it just so happened to be Kite Day…and it was magnificent…colorful, joyful, family time…cheering, laughing, together time…the sun, the sounds, the smiles…

Kite Day…does it get any more wholesome than that?…

Of course it doesn’t…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…