Spring is coming...

We had a beautiful Saturday to enjoy here, another sign that spring is coming (technically it is here already, but it hasn't felt much like it recently).

In fact, last week as I was putting Katelyn to bed, she commented that, "Spring sure is taking a long time to get here, daddy. I want to play outside more. Can't you make it get here any faster, cause I don't want to wait anymore?" Unfortunately, that's one thing as a father that I simply can't help her out with. I told her she was going to need to talk to God about that one.

So today she got her wish as we enjoyed the afternoon at a Geneva track meet at Robert Morris College. Sunny skies and temps near 60. Not too warm, but not too cold either. Just right for sitting in the stands, though it was a touch windy.

Titus impressed quite a number of people as towards the end of the meet when half of the track was not being used, he went out on the track and played, getting down in his runner's stance and shouting, "mar, mar, mar" (his version of mark, set, go), either saying it himself or yelling at one of us to signal him to start. And off he would shoot down the track as fast as his little legs would carry him until he decided he had gone far enough, at which point, he would turn around, get down in his stance, and start the process over again coming back. I think he would have played that game for hours if we had let him. He definitely gets his running from his mother, as his father sure didn't pass along those genes. I guess it was an early audition for all those coaches sitting in the stands. Hey, you've got to start them young.

Where he gets the energy, I do not know....