Those of you who live south of Boston are probably familiar with La Salette Shrine in Attleboro. Each year for the Christmas season, they decorate their property with a few hundred thousand lights and invite all to visit for free. I hadn't been there since childhood and over the past few years, Rich and I had casually mentioned bringing the girls but never did for one reason or another. Like having to wrangle three small children in the freezing cold. New Year's weekend was fairly mild for this time of the year and so on New Year's Day, which was the last night of the lights, we announced to the girls that we were going to another surprise.
"Disney on Ice?"
Twice in one weekend? Yeah, no.
In an effort to improve upon my photography skills, I packed up my camera bag for our outing. Rereading that sentence almost makes it seem like a chore rather than a want. I really wanted to photograph the lights at La Salette. I wanted to be Sarah the Photographer in addition to Sarah the Mom. As I was pulling my tripod out of the closet in the basement, Allie asked, "Is that Daddy's hockey bag?" Rich does not and has never played hockey. When I asked her why she thought it was a hockey bag, she told me that Grammy had been looking in the closet one day and had thought that it was Daddy's hockey bag. (Grammy denies that this ever happened by the way.)
We were searching for an empty spot in the parking lot at La Salette when the lights were turned on. Perfect timing. The first order of business was a ride on the carousel, which was only temporary so it was small, didn't have fantastic lights and was surrounded by an ugly metal gate. The girls, of course, didn't know the difference but my camera did.