Just like that, she's off to preschool four mornings a week. (Her stitches are gone and the wound is mostly healed, but we like the bandaid because it still looks pretty red and the bandaid keeps out the sun.)
When I'm an old lady, apple picking in Bluemont will be one of the memories I'll cherish the most. Not sure why I love this place as much as I do. But I could spend days there and be so happy. We come home tired, covered in dirt and always laughing about something.