I walked downstairs to find this:
I packed a picnic to enjoy some calm family time at the park and instead got this:
Pulled out of my driveway yesterday to find this guy waiting at the end of my street:
And to add to all this madness, today is my book's birthday. Today, boxes in little bookstores, in little towns, will open and someone will reach down, pull out my little book and set it on a little shelf.
Isn't it amazing how so many little things put together can feel so big?
But just to clarify- My daughter turned into a flamingo and it was a coyote, people!