Cherries and root beer

I gotta say, few things in my life have topped the fun I have had on Lake Mead. One of the simple pleasures that made it even better was bringing some Dads root beer with our lunch and some cherries from Costco. Nothing beats just spitting the pits right into the lake while you float lazily along. We also found a perfect little cove to hang out. That lake is a hidden gem of Las Vegas. 

High of the week

I made it to Drake's third basketball game yesterday. It's the first game I've been able to attend. Heather always told me about one kid on his team that is really good that scores all the points. Well, we had a little miracle this game. First, that kid wasn't there. Second, Drake somehow got the ball within shooting distance. Third, he wasn't mauled by the other team and was able to get a shot off. Fourth, it went in. And lastly, I was there to witness the whole thing. After he made it, the fists pumping in the air and jumping up and down in excitement made it all worth it. He probably won't score again for the rest of the season. He is just beginning and can't dribble well and doesn't get the game very well yet. He plays his little heart out, though. Some of the boys are seven and a lot bigger and better. It was just awesome to be there for that shot. It was one in a million. What I would do to have recorded that. Oh well. I've got a permanent memory. Later, when Heather and I were talking about it, we agreed that it wasn't just the high of the day, but of the week as well. Love that little man.