Color Run 2019 {Littlest’s turn}

Several years flew by since the last time I ran in The Color Run with one of my kids. It was a rite of passage in many ways for my oldest 4. Around the time they turned 6, I’d take them on a date to The Color Run just with me. Sweet, sweet memories.

My youngest daughter wasn’t ready for the powder, the chaos, the sounds of the event when she turned 6, so we held off. This year she was ready and we all hit the course alongside her. Also in our pack – my mom, sister, 2 nieces and then we bumped into a friend and her daughter!
Pre-run dance party. I took pictures on the sidelines…along with my first born and my sister’s firstborn. My niece and I made a pinkie promise to protect each other each time someone tried to drag us out there….and then her song came on and she ditched me!I look like the Wicked Witch of the West thanks to Hudson. Somehow he managed to get a bottle of powder from a volunteer to attack the rest of us – namely me.

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