Today was Patriot's Day here in Massachusetts, and also the Boston Marathon. It's become our own little family ritual to go and cheer on the runners, this is our fifth year and third for Little Smith (here's last year's very hot race). We always watch at Coolidge Corner, which is about two miles before the finish line, where the crowds are much more manageable.
Our own experience this year was as good as ever. We got there early and took turns watching runners and humoring Little Smith by checking out the Green Line (hoo hoo train). We pushed nap-time back as far as we could, but by 2PM we had a very squirmy and overtired toddler so we decided to head back to our car. We drove around with the windows down, taking the long way home and circling the river so that Little Smith could sleep. I noticed the first of the flowering trees this season, beautiful pink and white blossoms popping open. We ended up in Cambridge and were heading for an early dinner when the texts started coming in.
Friends who knew we were watching the marathon were asking if we were okay, and I had no idea what they were talking about. We slowly learned that there had been several explosions at the finish line, that people were hurt. Later we learned that two people had been killed, including an eight year old boy, and that many of the injuries were serious.
I haven't been able to bring myself to watch the coverage, it's such an unreal tragedy and our hearts go out to the victims and all of their friends and families. It's never easy to process something this awful, but when it is your own town it shakes you even harder. We're grateful to be safe tonight, and so sorry for those who were hurt by this horrible act.