Is it weird to want to cry at a parade? Today, I certainly wanted to. It was more of a celebratory urge. This time last year we were unknowingly in the midst of the beginning of our journey with type 1 diabetes. My little Millie was rather sick with UTI No. Who Knows. Yet, she wanted some kind of fun in what was probably one of the darkest times in her little life. She championed through the parade last year. By the end, she was crying and thirsty, ready for home.
This year was so different! She had been looking forward to the parade all week. And she had a blast, smiling, dancing around, waving for beads, sitting on her daddy's shoulders. The weather was beautiful -- sunny and clear -- a little cold but once you got to moving around for those throws, it was easy to get sweaty. The children loved seeing their librarian Doctor Spaghetti. She threw ... You guessed it! Spaghetti! Unfortunately, we didn't catch it. Wink, wink! Abe looked so tiny amid the crowd, but he waved his little hands like no other! On our way home, we ran into Little Pumpkin Grace and her mommy, daddy and brother! It was great to see friends. We love this little family friendly parade. Next year, we will either walk to it from our house or ride in with our own float! Maybe a JDRF float? Now that would be fun ... a bunch of diabetic children throwing healthy snacks!
All in all, a grand day honoring traditions, celebrating culture, spending time with family and praising victories. This one is hers!
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