How long has it been since I have gotten down in the dirt and made a mess? Thrown sand around so that it gets in my hair? It's not like I have anywhere to go or anything to do this week but hang out with L. and be happy.
We parked off of route 30 and made our way to the Appalachian Trail and meandered about. I had to remind about using our "woods" voices. We crossed the stream several times and didn't get wet. She decided that she really didn't need her purse.
I love this time when she is still very much a child who gathers up her skirts so that she can fill a fashioned pocket with sand, to sprinkle like fairy dust as she walks. At the same time she can manage to say, "I'm telling you mom, this is fairy (fair-wee) dust, literally (littoo-wee) fairy dust."
