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The Boy and I went to his old church in Dallas today

to visit his friends there...

There's a little girl, named Ashley,

that comes to church with her grandmother,

and ever since I started visiting the church with The Boy

she's decided we're good friends and is always so excited when I come.

She's been wanting to go ice-skating with The Boy and I

ever since we told her last fall that we'd take her sometime.

(She loves to ice-skate, but she lives with her grandmother

who can't take her because of a bad back.)

So yesterday when she ran up to us to say hi

some of the first words out of her mouth

were to ask if we could go ice-skating.

The Boy and I didn't have any definite plans

for the afternoon so we said that we could :)

After lunch with two of the sweet older people

in the church that The Boy is good friends with,

we went ice-skating with Ashley at the galleria...

the last time I'd ice-skated there

was my 11th birthday :)

The Boy and I  competed to see who could fall the least

and we both made it to the very end of the day without falling...

about five minutes before we were done Ashley fell

and Josh was holding her hand so he went down too.

I, of course gave him a hard time about the fact that

he'd fallen and I hadn't,

and not 3 minutes later Ashley fell again and this time I was

the one holding her hand, aaaand fell hard on my rump.

The Boy had the cutest triumphant grin on his face

when I looked up at him...

(after making sure I was ok, of course)