The Pink Hula Hoop

We went for a walk yesterday and Jude was clinging to me, refusing to walk. His shoes were wet at the bottom and Nolan’s teetering skateboard was grinding at pavement, fraying our sleep-deprived nerves because our no-longer-a-baby is still getting up at least 3 times a night. Corey was grumbling and I was edgy and then we landed in the school yard, where someone had left a pink hula hoop.

Nolan picked it up and started doing his unabashed thing and the tone of the day shifted right there and morphed into something altogether better. Thank god for hula hoops.

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