She ditched the butterfly wings before the Kiddie Parade even started but kept the tutu on all day long.
While the jazz band played good and loud, the people milled around, and the sun beat down, we found a shady spot on the grass and sat down with our Thelma’s Frozen Lemonade. We passed it back and forth, savoring each sweet, tart, frosty sip. We grinned at each other. In all that noise, we felt quiet.
She lay back on the grass with a thoughtful, pleased expression on her face. What thoughts does a three-year-old think on a summer morning like this?