Tuesday, September 11, 2012

To Saginaw, to Saginaw




First cross-country meet of the season. You can tell At by his radioactive green shoes. And the red inhaler he pulls out as he runs his ten-minute mile. So proud of that kid.

It took us an hour to get to Saginaw. I still feel guilty that Big A needs to drive that far and back every  single work day...

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