Travel-weary, we arrived home late on Saturday night after a day of airports and waiting in line. The four-year-old was met the next morning by quite a sight outside. It had rained flowers while we were gone. Or so it would seem. Our car, unused for the past week and a half, was covered in pink blossoms.
"Can we do this again tomorrow?" she asked, flowers tumbling up the windshield as we drove away. "Some things just can't be planned," we explained. But one can always hope for another such fortuitous moment.