Today the kiddos and I participated in a race together. Unfortunately, I am injured and couldn't run with them, but rather had to walk the course. Quite honestly, I felt pretty darn lucky to even be able to walk it. (And we won't be telling my doctor!) The kiddos knew I was disappointed, so my younger son walked with me for most of it, and sprinted the last bit. When one of my step-daughters saw me walking towards the finish line alone, she ran across the street to walk with me. That put the smile back on my face!