My boys made me a cake. Chocolate cake with a little help from Betty Crocker, lovingly frosted by youngest son. They even sang to me. Sigh.
We spent the evening at the Speedway. Awesomeness!! Deep down, I'm a tomboy. I just love the rumble of an engine and the dirt that flies off the track when the cars speed by! The tickets were free which pleased the sensible side of me but we spent our fair share of dollars at the concessions; popcorn, huge soda to share, 3 ft long licorice.
Across the racetrack was a beautiful sunset that kept drawing my eyes and attention away from the excitement. I couldn't help but to train my lens on the sight.
The racing was seriously exciting, the competitive parts, the spin-out parts, the tire flying off parts. And the best of all was the demolition derby. I could seriously watch that every day! (told ya I was a tomboy!)
The demo winner, he was able to drive off the track, with only three wheels and a bit of smoke.
So, I'm 35 now, staring down a new year that already promises a lot of changes. Again, I'm thankful for the years I've been given, the life that I've been blessed with, the trials that shape me. I'm thinking I'm like that derby truck, beat up, rolling on three wheels, but still rolling. : )