We came home from our morning walk to find this slight, but full, rainbow over the beach. What a great way to start the day. And it should be a great preview of things to come today...the Spitfire is on the way!

It's delivery day! Our 1968 Triumph Spitfire Mark III arrived today, fresh from Wisconsin. We won't be home for a week so all I can do is continue to admire it from afar for now. Great to see it in the garage, ready and waiting for us when we get home, though.

Jake kept me updated throughout the entire delivery, which took less than an hour. He sent photos when the truck arrived and then FaceTimed me after the car was tucked away in the garage. I basically watched the whole thing from the pool. I was worried about it being delivered while Renee and I were out of town, but, as things go, it worked out perfectly. Another point in my ongoing life lesson that I don't need to control every aspect of everything. Things generally tend to work out ok.

I can't think of a better way to end a day than ice cream. This was our first ice cream outing of the trip, and it was great. We opted for Sprinkles instead of Larry's, which would have been a blasphemous idea just a few years ago. Larry's grip on our ice cream dollar is weakening, though, evidenced by Renee complaining about the lack of flavor in the vanilla at Larry's (which, frankly, I don't understand or appreciate because, well, it's vanilla). We took Teddy with us and he was great. Great end to a great day.