CIRCUS

Our little family ventured over to the fairgrounds for a sweet circus. It was not one of the big to-dos, but it was fun. We sat right in front of the trapeze performers. They were quite impressive. Once Greta saw what they were going to do, she leaned over and said, "Mama, I love the circus!" It was then that she discovered what exactly the circus was. Other highlights included the man who walked on a rotating sphere hundreds of feet off the ground, as the whole contraption rotated from ceiling to floor and back. He did this forwards, backwards, upside down, while juggling sticks of fire, and blindfolded! Whoa, that made my stomach turn. And speaking of stomachs turning, the girls and I tried out a few rides after the circus. It seemed fitting to me that as we rode, Mali's whole body was somehow attached to mine and tense with fear, and at the same time, Greta was practically dangling out of the car, waving furiously to Mark and yelling, "Daddy! Daddy! Hi Daddy!" Every once in awhile, Greta interrupted her own cries of joy to say, "It's okay, Mali, we'll be going down again soon." Sometimes I'm amazed at the contrast, and at the same time I love it!