I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped. I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller. My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine. Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks. I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a …
It gets SO much better. There wasn’t even one tantrum. Not one open-mouthed wailing session. The afternoon breeze blew softly through the line of trees overhead. the grassy berm of land bordering the walkway to the livestock exhibits had a string of Garton Tractors parked for display. Whomever was assigned to stand by and sell …
