My parents flew up to watch the Boston Marathon with us this year. They actually came up so that they could watch Natalie during the week as it was April vacation week, but they got to see the Marathon too, since it run pretty close to our house. It was a beautiful sunny day, and unlike last year, it was a little cool. We all went over to our friend Matt's house (and Mel's house) like we do every year.
And like every year, the kids got out the sidewalk chalk and drew pictures for the runners in the middle of the street.
And like every year, the fastest men in the world came running through the Town of Natick on Route 135.
And like every year, Natalie had a good time watching some of the funny runners (this one dressed as a bee in the background) all dressed up and trotting along.
But unlike every year, my parents got to enjoy the race with us. And unlike every year, a couple of crazies decided to leave two pressure cooker bombs in backpacks at the finish line by Copley Square in Boston that went off several hours after these pictures were taken. It was one of the most terrifying weeks of my life, and it wasn't until one was killed and the other was captured that following Friday that the knots in my stomach finally released.
