Tuesday, July 8, 2014
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One Saturday morning, as we waited in the Starbucks drive-thru lane, a caterpillar plopped on our windshield from the tree above. It managed to stay put for the ride home. Leila ran inside and got her bug box. She spent much of the midday talking to him, naming it, feeding it and sketching her new little friend. We let him go that evening and luckily, there were no tears.
Always remember, there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name. ~The Avett Brothers~
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