Kate packed a jump rope with her on this last trip home. She jumped when she and Steve went out for their evening runs. Leave it to my daughter to add her own twist to things. Kate has a history of never doing things exactly like everyone else. She always takes the slightly harder route. This one confused me, since she inherited my talent for coordination (which is to say, we’re both a little on the clumsy side). But according to Steve, she outjumped him, by far. Go figure.
I wish I had thought to take photos of her rope earlier. As it was, Good Dog Toby and I had a disagreement over lighting (the thought he should stand over the rope, so I had none, I disagreed). But still, one more way to remember her when she’s back in Canada.