This weekend, my mom took the kids over to the fountain in our the little village green, one of the many picturesque parts of Clinton, NY, the town where I grew up.
After she let them throw in a few pennies, she asked what their wishes were, and Jay said,
“I wished…I had my penny back.”
Later that day, Jay’s theme on wishes continued, when, after blowing on a dandelion, he told his sister,
“I wished I had another flower to blow on.”
We’re back after a 10-hour traffic-filled drive yesterday. Tomorrow some movers come to take an “express shipment” of 600 pounds of essentials we can use in Alaska until all of our household goods arrive, so I’m gathering linens, pans, silverware, etc. I’ll try and get back to some fiber-y content soon!