You couldn’t handpick a more perfect July Saturday morning in this place. Low eighties, low humidity, nice breezes and a bustling farmers market and fountain scene. We arrived early to get a great spot, and we found this perfect shady little glen right next to the fountain area. We set up one card table and had a big wagon with a copper bucket in it for our party spread. At the last minute we unloaded several coolers worth of ice cream containers and push pops and waited for our friends to arrive.
Everyone drank coffee and ate ice cream and muffins (and lots and lots of little fruit and veggie cookies), and then the kids washed push pop faces and hands off in the fountains. A couple of hours later we packed up our stuff and pulled the birthday girl away from the water. She declared herself the soakiest of all her friends, and her new Ladybug Girl boots were so full of water that they splashed with every step. As the whole family rolled and carted everything off to the cars, she turned to me on the sidewalk and said, “Mom, that was a really great party.” And it was. Hooray for ice cream and farmers markets and summer mornings and sticky faces and family and good friends, and the soakiest fountains ever. Hooray for four.
