Fulton eventually got bored "pestering" his sister and moved on to the fun activity of walking on the freshly dug soil; the indoor equivalent would be dumping flour all over the kitchen floor after mama has just swept.
I loved the afternoon. I felt so much joy and gratitude watching little events unfold behind the lens as well as getting in on the action. The hours slipped by all too quickly. Later that afternoon, I heard Bernadette singing "The Best Day". I always get a lump in my throat whenever she plays that song. I always wonder if I'm living up to the mom in that song...if Bernadette thinks of me while she's singing her heart out while doing her chores. I got the song in my head and I was singing it while I was preparing dinner. Bernadette's mouth dropped and she acted hurt. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that I singing her birthday surprise to me...she was going to sing "The Best Day" to me as my gift. Little did she know she simply gave me her gift 2 weeks early.