I love living in a small town. I was reminded of that yesterday when we took the kids to our little memorial day parade. This year, Lizzie was old enough to ride on the fire truck with Uncle John. She was very excited to be part of the parade! Maeve and Martin were pretty excited for the parade from the sidelines as well.
Uncle John, throwing out candy. I figured I bought enough candy - I bought what I thought was plenty, then added two more bags. Turns out I could have doubled it! Luckily, Lizzie saved some for herself at the end.Lizzie was so excited about this day. She wanted to go to bed early the night before, to be sure she was well rested for it. She asked me if it might be the best day of her life. That morning, she called it a miracle. This girls knows how to express excitement and appreciation for these things! She had a great time, thanks so much to Uncle John.
Uncle Dan was home this weekend too - the guys got the dock partially in at camp, worked around burning brush and I worked on emptying camp of the last of our belongings (while we are mostly "moved out" of camp, it would be a stretch to say we are "moved in" at the new house - there are still boxes all around - we are making progress slowly, but surely).
Here are the "littles" enjoying their candy.






































