Monday, October 02, 2006
Abby was all into holding her own stick and roasting her own mellow. She was a pro, she was careful not to put it directly into the flame. However, she often got distracted and that mellow was everywhere. So I finally said, "Abby, watch your marshmellow!" She thought it was the funniest thing in the world and the purest most precious giggle came from her toes. So of course she wanted me to repeat it, over and over... and over and over... and yes, over and over AND over again. It was a "gotta be there moment", but it was one of those pure precious moments you store safely in the depth of your heart for always.