Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Race


Last bike-everywhere-Saturday morning, on our way back from Alex’s Tae-kwon-do class, we took a beautiful route through a park with a soccer field, lake, fountains, and beautiful birds.


Suddenly, Varuhz and Alex stopped once we passed a small bridge, and Alex ran to a small waterfall whose stream falls in a lake. 


Bikes Are Taking a Break


Of course, I followed them. Alex gave me a small flower and told me that we are having a race - whose flower gets under the bridge and into the lake first. Apparently, Alex and Varuzh play this game quite often. Funny, I would never come up with the idea of a flower race on a waterfall stream. 

That’s what dads are for!


We set our flowers in a row, and watched them floating down the stream. 


I bet this is one of those childhood moments that Alex will never forget. Every time he passes a waterfall under a bridge, he will remember how he played this game with his dad…

I went along with them this time, and my flower was the second make it to the finish line, because Varuzh’s flower got stuck behind one of the rocks.

I watched Alex and Varuzh leaning over the bridge waiting for their flowers to appear. Their enthusiasm was so endearing! This reminded me the cute story of Winnie The Pooh and his gang playing race by throwing the sticks from the bridge onto the river stream until they found Eeyore floating on water – I read this story to Alex many times, but Varuzh made him live it!


… Luckily no one appeared floating on water, just ducks…


With love always,
xo, Zuma A.

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