It's August.

The girls had a make up gymnastics this morning.

I packed them a bag with change of clothes, tablets and toys.

I also packed lunch.

During gymnastics, they had three old dudes doing karate.

Millie was so intrigued.

Uh oh.

Millie comes running out and says,

"Did you see those guys kicking each other down?"

Yes.

"I'm going to try that on Autumn."

Oh great!!!

Millie asked me about her new Gymnastics coach.

She has Coach White.

I don't know coach White.

We go over to the office to look for a picture.

I find one and immediately regret this venture.

I pick up the photo and show Millie, this is Coach White.

"Is that a boy or a girl?"

Boy.

"OK. HIS name is Coach White?"

Oh dear God please let me melt into the floor.

There are snickers from the peanut gallery. I know what is getting ready to come out of her mouth, but I can't stop it.

"But mommy. Coach White is BROWN!!!!"

Laughter erupts.

What else can you say?

I gently place the photo back and walk away.

After gymnastics, I drop the girls off to church.

I went to jail.

We sang 3 sets.

One group of women.

2 groups of men.

I was spent after that.

My throat hurts and I just needed to relax.

After getting the girls, we came home and I saw a package at the door.


I love this PFD!!

Are you sure it isn't mine??

I mean, It's my color.

Will it fit you???

I love you.

Your current wife and favorite airman. XOXO
117 days.

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