When we were eight

We celebrated Emilia's 8th birthday today by all playing like 8 year olds. After cake for breakfast, we had water fights in the pool until we left for the aquapark in the sea. The floating obstacle course with a slide, rope ladder, monkey bars, and a launching pad reminded me of a Survivor challenge. (I had to hush the adult voice inside me warning of rope burns and blown-out knees.) A young boy crawled out to the foot of the floating "bed" and Arlo climbed up above the "pillow" then jumped down onto the bed to launch the boy eight feet into the air. The boy's airborne twists and turns made him look like an Olympic high diver. Of course we all had to try it after that. A storm across the way added dramatic lightning, thunder, waves, and wind that turned the course into a bouncing slip-and-slide. Burgers and two gelatos later, we stargazed from an olive orchard.