Acting on a tip from Angela, who shall henceforth be known as "Queen of Random Festivals," we piled into my grandmother's car and went up to Kortright Conservation Centre this morning. It was a perfect day for a short drive. There was very little traffic on the road, the sky was clear, and the soothing hum of the car was just what Morgen needed to help her keep her happy face after a difficult night of teething. The signage was educational, the air was fresh, and the free cups of sap and syrup were sweet. Morgen sank blissfully into sleep in her stroller. And then, just after a lunch of pancakes and sausages, a local fiddler played "The Irish Washerwoman." When I was a little girl, my grandmother would play the same song on the piano while my brother and I danced around. Now, I hum it for Morgen when she needs cheering up or when I've run out of fun things to do in our living room. Perhaps Morgen didn't notice, but I like to think she gave the fiddler extra smiles because he was playing her song. And just when I thought a good day couldn't get any better, Morgen fell asleep in her crib with absolutely no crying. Ahhhh.
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