Sunday afternoon, there was a small music festival in Asheville, the nearest city to my mom’s house in the mountains. We decided to get out of the woods for a day to give Lena’s little feet a rest, and to see what the big city had to offer. Lena got her first root beer in an American diner, and her first Mardi Gras beads (even though we were 1,000 miles from New Orleans) all in the same day.
There was a really crazy “New Orleans” band playing at the festival, and Lena got her first set of purple, green, and gold Mardi Gras beads. My mom says it was a sign.