This is a post about an 8 year old girl
who wanted ice skates for Christmas.
You might be asking yourself,
"What would an 8 year old girl,
who lives in Kansas, need
ice skates for?"
Well, I have a better question for you.
What happens when Santa doesn't bring you
ice skates for Christmas- even though
that's what you asked for?
And here's your answer:
Your Mom takes you on a
Gracie/Mommy date to Ice Sports in Wichita.
If there was any doubt in my mind
that she would not enjoy this "date,"
(which I assure you- I knew there wouldn't
be any way she'd NOT like this!)
it all faded away as we were standing
in line to pay and hear Gracie whisper
under her breath,
"This is a DREAM COME TRUE!"
How precious is that?
She did so well on the ice.
I told her that when I lived in MN,
Jess and I used to practically live at
the ice rink and warming shack all winter.
(swwaammmy- right, Jess?)
She couldn't believe it!
I have to admit- it made me wish
I knew where my own white ice skates are.
Those rental ones hurt!
Tuesdays and Thursdays are $2 days.
Such cheap entertainment!
And boy, was it entertaining.
When Chad, Jada, and Trey picked
us up, he asked Gracie if she fell at all.
Her response was so tween-y~
"Everyone falls, Dad."
We might not have been the best skaters there-
and there are at least 3 people that can
prove that- we saw Newton/Hutch people there-
but we had a wonderful bonding experience!