On Saturday, we hosted the end-of-race party for a group of letterboxers who had been participating in a two-day "Amazing Race." Everyone had a great time, both the cheering locals, and the road weary racers.
Robb and I cooked liked maniacs, making fresh backed bread, and all sorts of savory salads. (I cannot believe that I had never made a potato salad prior to this weekend.)
While I consider myself a decent host, I tend to be a bad guest at my own parties, because I'm trying to keep everything running smoothly. Although I filmed all the teams crossing the finish line, I totally failed to take any photographs.
So, instead, here's a photo from the same park, back in 2006. Robb is in the early stages of his recovery from his spinal cord injury. Has was home after his long stay in the hospital, and working on walking. He was in a lot of discomfort, and extremely weak. Tasks that most people would consider incredibly simple were huge, exhausting events. In this photo, he's wearing his full-torso body armor, and enjoying his first taste of laying on the grass. Back then, getting down our apartment stairs, driving to a park and having a simple picnic were major undertakings. And we savored every minute of these simple pleasures.
Things have gotten so much easier for us, since that time. But we've certainly changed our outlook on life. And honestly, we've found a kind of contentment that really surprises me.