For me: Three tedious hours on an uncomfortable bus to do ten minutes of apple picking, for apples so mediocre that even she wouldn't eat them once we were home...
For her: Her first field trip! Apple picking! With her class! And her mommy! The stuff memories are made of...
Oh, to have that kind of childlike enthusiasm again, about anything.
(The flapper-style headdress? Her "girl headband" made by friend William the night before. She didn't take it off for forty-eight hours.)
(The flapper-style headdress? Her "girl headband" made by friend William the night before. She didn't take it off for forty-eight hours.)
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