It was a cold, sunny day.
Gorgeous blue sky and puffy clouds.
20 degrees and no wind.
The perfect day for a family adventure with the Christmas sleds.
I thought and thought about the perfect place to go with a 6yr old, 4 yr old, 2 yr old.
someplace close to home....
someplace with bathrooms...
someplace not crowded.
(When I graduated college, I was awarded "Person most likely to never leave RIT". If those people saw me taking my kids sledding outside the dorms.....LOL. It's true...I really like RIT)
It was so much more fun than I expected. I whooped and hollered every. single. time. The kids had a blast. Kaylee said it was "Wicked Fast". (where did she pick that up?)
We stayed for an hour, and by the time we walked back to the car, all three kids were crying.
Joshua because he was hungry.
Kaylee because she was cold.
Grace because she didn't want to leave.
Brian and I just grinned and held hands while we drove 1.5 miles back home. Family memories were made....and the tears will be forgotten.