The cousins came in this weekend for the dad's triathalon in Alcoa. Conan has done 2 now. He's good. I love races; I cried twice. Okay three times. Once while we were walking to the transition area to see if we could catch Conan starting the run and we passed two little boys sitting on the curb holding a big "We Love You Daddy" sign. I got a bit choked up it was so sweet. And then a couple times at the finish line. The best was Conan of course, but I got really ferklempt watching 3 boys waiting on the grass for their mom, and all of them jumped up when they saw her and ran like crazy with her to the finish line. It was so darn cool I even had a real tear that time.
Anyways, my husband is awesome. He finished really well this time; and we're off to Gulf Shores in the Fall for another. I'm a little worried about him swimming in the ocean, though. Sharks, you know. And screeching eels.