I love that my parents made this parade a family tradition when I was younger. I love even more that Clint and I have been able to follow through with that tradition and that our kids seem to love this little parade as much as I did as a little girl.
I love that there are always lots of sweet kiddos lined up and down both sides of the street waiting for princesses to waive at, clowns to laugh at, and beautifully decorated floats to ooh and aah at.
I love that there are fun high school marching bands to cheer for and cheerleaders to dance with.
I love that the same Seafair pirates (that mothers cautiously wait for with hands ready to cover little one's ears from there redicuously loud cannons) still make the long trek to Orting. The same pirates that we all dread, but secretly love because it just wouldn't be a parade without them.
I love that coming to this parade always means that I will bump into at least a handful of long lost friends.
Most of all I love the familiarity of this parade. I love how it takes only one smell, or sound to transport me back to the little curly haired red head I once was sitting next to my mom waiting for a glimpse of the princesses. Or the teenager excited to finally be in my hometown where the cheers were always a little louder after a long day of marching. I love that this one parade can bring back so many memories from my childhood and I love knowing that one day, just maybe, my kids might have the same memories I do as they sit next to their own sweet little ones watching the daffodil parade pass them by.
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