One of the activities I really wanted to do over our beach vacation was to fly a kite on the sand. It would be the perfect environment for kite-flying: no trees, no power lines, and a constant breeze! Unfortunately, the idea didn't occur to me until after we had arrived at the beach, and there wasn't a single kite for sale for less than $30. Kites can be pretty awesome, but they are most certainly not $30 awesome.
I wasn't going to let go of the dream though. After seeing Fallon run around the yard with a piece of paper attached to a ribbon she'd made at school, I've been determined to allow her to experience the thrill of a kite that actually flies.
So, Mr. Almeda picked up a super fancy giant butterfly kite for Miss Fallon Marie to fly.
I knew God wanted us to fly the kite last week when he sent us a few very windy days with no rain or storms in the immediate forecast. On Monday, I hurried out of work to pick the youngin' up from school and we whipped out the kite as soon as we pulled in the garage.
Evidently, kite-flying requires a certain amount of skill. Few things are more distressing than having a four-foot butterfly taking a nose dive straight at your face. It kept doing it, too!
After about 15 minutes of dodging the massive insect, Fallon and I decided we were tired and it was time to go inside. Future kite-flying adventures will likely be father-daughter activities lest my impatience result in the violent destruction of an otherwise very lovely butterfly.
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