Driving home from the train station we happened upon a pair of red shutters unceremoniously cast aside for the trash truck. Can you believe the Russian had pedaled by on his bike for at least two weeks straight, hoping beyond hope that I wouldn't see them and bring them home?
The mini-van was full of kids and friends, but we found room for them anyway, Sam huddling down in the back seat so they could pass over his head. And now my Sweet says they're beautiful and he's so happy I found them. Good grief!