{my favorite church primary Sunday school teacher, Sister Marsh}
{this is Louie's BIG HUG poised and about to happen}
Every summer the Cleveland Indians host a "Mormon Night" for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They sell discount tickets, have dollar dogs, and this year they even did an uh-mazing fireworks show set to 60's music. It brewed up the perfect night to celebrate my mom's birthday, and run into some good friends from church, too.
The stadium has a great indoor childrens' play area, since babes' 7th inning stretch came at about the 2nd inning, and all those extra family hands were so......handy! in making the experience fun for everyone including the babies. Sawyer loved the game. He brought a glove and his binoculars and laughed and laughed as the ketchup chased the mustard around the bases, was crazy about the multi-level kids' play space, and munched his dollar dog with delight. Elouise was ready to move in to the playhouse, loved the company and the cracker jacks, and everyone was pretty excited when we flagged down the cotton candy man.
The Indians played the Orioles- so fitting for our Maryland-born birthday girl- and she and her sister were singing along with 60's tunes at the end of the game, songs they never really liked when they were young. Something about air hazy from humidity and fireworks, and thickened with family ties, finally endeared the Beatles as, at the very least, hilarious, in the present summer, joy-filled night. Just right for a fabulous celebration.
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