I wanna be Lily when I grow up.
Rain out. State Fair Day. I don’t mean showers . . . I mean, no chance, not even entertaining the thought, rainout. So, while we’re all inside throwing our little pity party, Lily grabs my umbrella . . .digs out her coolest Stevie Nicks . . .and heads out, unannounced, to the yard. And I look up from my seat in the living room and see her skipping in the rain through the yard on a dreary Saturday afternoon. She’s a party waiting to happen . . . in 100% . . .for whatever the day brings. She makes me so happy.
Yep. I wanna be Lily when I grow up.