For Mother's Day this year we spent the night in Seattle at the kids' godmother's downtown home and headed to the amazing Color Run bright and early at 8am! It was SO.MUCH.FUN. A 5k, running through streams of color being squirted at us followed by a nonstop dance party with so much color powder that I'm still cleaning it out of my ears. Seriously.
A clean, white before!
The runner extraordinaire! This is Parker's eighth 5k in 5 months!
Sweetpea prefers to run on dad's shoulders.
I adore this photo of Parks.
And the hilarity begins.
I think I inhaled a cupful of powder, from face to the sun, laughing, arms in the air, dancing with my family.
I LOVE THIS.
This boy was down in the trenches, in the thick of it, dancing up a storm and throwing color on people.
The aftermath. AFTER we'd been blown off.
The boy and I. I am so proud of this kid. When he was diagnosed in the fall and became so ill and couldn't do any of his sports anymore, he would ask daily if he was going to die. Break my heart. Jeremy suggested taking up running for him one night because it was something he could do and he could persevere, build up a tolerance and learn that he is still strong. And that, he is. He has improved his times, keeps up with adults, runs a 5k in 32 minutes now, and usually medals in his age group. I am so proud of this boy and all he's overcome! Happy Mother's Day to me. I am so blessed that these kids make me a mom.
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