Around 10:00 a.m., she got bored with me and decided it was time to nap.. until 2:30 p.m.
I got a million things done. And when it seemed like Harper would keep sleeping, I did another million things.
And then I sat.
Outside, the temperature was higher than it had been in weeks - but rain poured ceaselessly and in the balmy warmth and absolute quiet of the house, I missed Maine.
Last June and July, we were lucky enough to spend 7 weeks there. I am forever changed by the beautiful things I saw and pace of life to which we adapted very easily.
One Saturday, we drove south to Freeport to do some shopping and on the way, a light drizzle of rain began to dot the windshield.
About the time we got out of the car, the bottom fell out and we spent 15 minutes under a tree with a baby who wasn't amused.
We made a mad dash to the car (probably the best part of Harper's day) and, soaking wet, we gave up.
We drove back to Waterville and put Harper down for a nap. Great story, huh?
Well. . .
The next weekend, we went back.
The little town bustled with activity in the mild breeze and sunshine.
We walked all over Freeport,
visited a petting zoo,
watched the fish in the LL Bean flagship store,
and shopped in cleverly disguised outlets.
And the people, oh. They were so nice.
A sweet older lady even offered to take a picture of our family as we struggled to do it on our own.
After a lengthy tutorial on which button to press, multiple practice shots and her entire family making silly faces and noises to get Harper to smile, she snapped this priceless family portrait:
|Yep. Just our necks and chests.|