Which I like.
Cause I’m pretty much done with this one.
But anyway. We got there at eight. So just in time to see the final bit of Indian dancing and float lamps across the lake as the fireworks were starting. Bethanie and I made our way through the crowd of people to get our little lamps. They were really just bits of wax on leaves with a wick through the center. We made our way round the lake to a secluded spot and thought of wishes before ever so gently placing our heart-shaped leaves into the water.
So her wish probably won’t come true.
I guess her year can’t get any worse . . .