the little things

the parking garage at my office has five floors. Q always wants to park on the 4th floor, because he's 4. pickle likes to park on 2 for the same reason. but Q knows there's a 5th floor and now that he's going to be 5, he's been begging to park up there. unfortunately it had been blocked off for the winter since it's the roof and they don't want to shovel it. no one needs to park there anyway because there are always plenty of spots on the other floors. last week Q noticed that 5 was open again and i finally gave in to his begging this morning, even though it would be way easier to park on 2. so we drove through an empty 3rd and 4th floor to go to the top. the kids' faces were plastered to their windows in amazement, like we were driving through a theme park or something. when i opened the door to let Q out, his eyes were so wide with wonder. he looked around, taking it all in, and said, "this. is. awesome." he was amazed at how different the view was with no walls or obstructions. he apparently talked about it all day. at the end of the day when we were in the elevator back up i asked them if they remembered where we parked, and caroline said, "yes, the beautiful place."