So our town is having it’s annual summer celebration, which includes a parade. The kicker is the parade goes down the block to the west of us, then up the block to the east of us, blocking us in for most of the day.
Arriving back from a meal with my dad involved parking the van several blocks away and weaving our way through the crowds to get home.
Most of us thought this a bit of an inconvenience, but three year old Ella had the right attitude.
“Look at all the beautiful people!” she squealed.
And you know what? She’s right. People are beautiful!