Time Warp

It was chilly and rainy on Saturday and half the town has headed to Florida for spring break, so we did the only logical thing, which was to spray the girls' hair bright pink with silver glitter and take them roller-skating at the very rink Jason grew up rolling around.

Things were (almost) the same as we remembered from our elementary school skating party days:  Def Leppard and Michael Jackson "Thriller" blaring under the disco balls (mixed in with a little Katy Perry); "slowing things down" with a couples' skate (only this time, Jason backed around the rink holding hands with Jemma and I teetered backwards while Annie pushed me); cold fizzy drinks shared from a waxy Pepsi cup; setting out orange cones for the races (Annie got right out there and skated her little heart out!); scanning the rink while we skated, looking for that special someone, only this time it was our little pink-blonde daughters skating non-stop.

Jemma fell down countless times, got right back up, and skated on - no tears, no tiredness, no holding her hand.  And Annie . . . well, after two Saturdays in a row at the skating rink, Annie is a pro on rollerblades. She jumps.

I don't want to talk about the rest of the weekend (Jason coming down with the stomach flu, the weather an ungodly mix of snow, hail, sleet, rain, and thunderstorms), but Jemma did declare, upon leaving the rink, that skating is "the most fun" and, also, that I am "better than chocolate cake" for bringing her there, so.