Since moving to this town almost a year ago, it was made clear very early on that sports are a very big deal. The community comes together and supports the schools very passionately for all things sports. Other things too, but its a well known fact that football is something sacred here. So, we were not let down when we got to see the Homecoming parade this afternoon.
We had to have a lookout person. Can you go to a parade without one? Someone has to holler out...Here they come!
Waiting very patiently for things to get going....and enjoying the sounds of the marching band as well.
Ooohhh...here we go....keep on throwing that candy out here.
Im not sure what the draw is for these here golf carts. But around here they are ridden all around town.
Look at all this good stuff...you see it? Here..let me show you.
Pretty cool float. Bet that took some time and some kids to pull that off. Oh and lots of pencils, glue, and tissue paper. Ahhhh...the good ol days. Do you guys remember making floats?
One of G's friends. Im thinking he has it made. The kids are just bringing him the candy....he doesnt even have to get up outta the wagon. No, he gets to sit nice and easy under the little umbrella.
Pretty horses. They just seem so big to me.
Okay son, get back here. Step away from the float with all the pretty girls on it. Mama's not ready for all that.
His shadow. It really is very intriguing. Grabbed his attention for quite some time. That is until he got tagged in the head by a bag of skittles.
Theres K...way over there...across the street from mama.....shes at that age where hanging out with her pals is serious business.....and dont think I didnt notice you looking at that boy. We will talk about this when we get home, young lady.
Loading up to head back home....time for lunch and naps....
3 bags of candy made it home...mama still needs to go thru it and take out some of the good stuff for herself....What? Dont shake your head at me. You know you do that too.
And as I sit here on my couch this evening, watching the debate on television, I am so close to the school that I can hear the marching band playing and the football fans cheering and the commentator talking as the breeze carries the sounds of community thru my open windows.