A Visit from Glenn

Take One...Max, let's try this again

On his way back to Chicago from Rapid City, soon-to-be-Uncle Glenn stayed over at our house. It's proven really nice to be located at a mid-point for traveling relatives, because we get visitors whenever they hit the road!

It was a quick visit, but we packed in some good conversation and some exciting moments to make it a really memorable evening. Glenn arrived in time for dinner after about 10 hours of travel time on an 85 degree day, super grateful for our air conditioner (his car has none at the moment... ouch.) and we enjoyed Paul's grilled masterpieces with a nice cold beer.

After dinner, we decided that the weather had cooled off enough to take a walk to the park before bedtime. Our plans of stopping for a smoothie were foiled when we strolled up at 8:05 and the coffee shop was already closed! Sad! Someday, Glenn, you will experience the amazing Mango Smoothie.

We continued on to the park and Max ran ahead, as usual. He got to the playground and started running his usual route, across the two bridges toward the tube slide. However, this time he got side tracked and noticed a big kid crossing the monkey bars. Before we knew what was happening, Max was hanging by both hands from the first bar, with nowhere to go but down! As he hung on (a good ten seconds) Paul took off around the play set and got there just as he was landing in the sand. Poor kid had quite a scare, but no scratches or bruises to show off.

Talk about making an entrance!

In no time, he was back on his feet, playing like nothing had happened. As it started to get dark, we headed home for prayers, a story, and bedtime for the boys. We stayed up chatting for quite some time, but eventually our beds started calling to us as well. Glenn headed out early the next morning to beat the traffic and hopefully some of the heat!

Thanks for stopping by, Glenn! You are welcome here anytime.

Take two... there, that's better!