Memorial Day weekend was a bit of a bust since it didn't stop raining until the end of the day on Monday. I was feeling housebound and antsy, so when Hal came home from work, he suggested we go skateboarding to take advantage of the last few remaining hours of sun. Let it be known, I don't ride boards. He's been skateboarding since he was a wee one. But I'm always up for adventure and off we went to Green Lake.
After my first wobbly one-legged push, I quickly realized that it would take hours to skateboard around the lake at my pathetic speed. So Hal proceeded to push me with the momentum from pushing his own board. I'd feel his hand on the small of my back as we whizzed by pedestrians at lightning speeds. I got to stand up straight, enjoy the breeze in my hair, take in the sights, and relax while he was huffing and puffing and working up a sweat behind me. After our record lap, he plopped down on the grass, exhausted. And told me how incredibly proud he was of me.
That's why I love him. And why I now love skateboarding too.
{Image via Dust Diamond}