Last Sunday was the last day the state fair was in town. You had a ton of things to do that afternoon, but you knew that I really wanted to go and was sad that my other fair companions cancelled. So you rearranged your plans and went with me anyway. We got mud on our feet and it was hot and the petting zoo smelled terrible. (The idea of the fair is always far more romantic than the actual fair itself, amIright?) But you smiled and ate pineapple whip with me and went on the roller coaster. Thanks for giving me the gift of time on a day where you didn’t have a lot of it.
Ferris wheel forever,