We visited the annual fair on Puyallup last week. The visit to the fair was part of Rhea’s birthday celebration. It was a afternoon to remember: sticky fingers from cotton candy, shirt sleeves drenched with water seeping from corn, chilled lemonade induced head cold, screaming rides on screeching rollercoasters. Mom, on her annual summer visit to Seattle, temporarily forgot her age and aches to soak in the gaiety, probably an inch ahead of Rhea.
There she is, at 12 o’clock, with Rhea at 1.