I've been hearing about Patriot's Day since we got here. It signals the end of winter. If you can just get to Patriot's Day, you can make it through. It's a day for family and friends and finally getting out of the house after the long cold winter.
We started out our Patriot's Day with the reenactment at the Battle of Lexington. I took Kiwi and G-man. We left at 4:30 when it was still dark and cold. It was crowded and it felt like it took forever for dawn to come. But when those first shots rang out, the kids were riveted. There was whining in the dark, but when all was said and done, they were glad they had come. Pancake breakfast at a downtown restaurant afterwards may have helped sway them to the positive.
|Cold and Tired. They got sick of waiting.|
|Militia men gathering as the British march into town|
|The British marching after the retreating rebels|
|Posing with the actors|
Next was the Boston Marathon. We met up with a bunch of families form church at mile 19. A bunch of the kid's friends were there. They had a blast handing out water and oranges to the runners, eating food that everyone had brought to share, and running around in the grass nearby. G-man scaled a tree with some friends and got in trouble by a policeman who was there attempting to keep everyone in check. It was amazing to see these men and women and realize they had already run 19 miles. Unfortunately for them, they still had seven to go!
|Handing out oranges. It was hard form some of the young ones to remember not to lick them.|
|The elite women|
The kids had fun running across the road to pass out oranges. A friend who had been there before told us to get them back across the street quick before they got stuck there, because the crowd was coming. And it came! I didn't realize how many people run the Boston Marathon! It was crazy how many people were running. We finally left around 2:30 for the highlight of the day: ice cream!
|JW hamming it up for the camera.|
I wish I could end my post here. The day was perfect. Now I know why all of Boston looks forward to Patirot's Day so eagerly. But it was here that we began to hear about the bombing downtown at the finish line. Our day was tainted by tragedy and heartbreak and the memory will be forever spoiled. Next year we will do it again. We will make new memories, do new things, and continue the fun family tradition. I will not allow some crazy fanatics to dictate how I will live my life.