I was out on the race course so long Sunday that by the time I crossed the finish line they had run out of medals.
This morning my boys asked me to follow them to the spare room and surprised me with this:
They had secretly been working on a medal for me.
Seriously, y’all? How sweet is that?!
P. S. I was told a medal will be mailed out to me at some point, but this homemade medal won’t be moving. It has found a permanent home.