Tonight, we experienced Taste of Harding, a benefit of my alma mater, at the AgriCenter’s famers’ market. With the daytime temps being so high, I was worried because it was basically an outside event, but some clouds rolled in to give us some shade and the breeze was strong and constant.
Helen Grace didn’t take a nap after we got home from Ann Maxwell’s birthday party, and she finally gave in to sleep a few minutes into our drive to Taste of Harding. When we got there, she begrudgingly got out of the car and drifted off again on my shoulder. After making our way through the food vendors, we headed toward the music we were hearing. I love that my little girl gravitates to music of any kind, and even when she was exhausted and grumpy, the sound of brass got her attention and opened her heavy eyes. She finally climbed out of my arms and stood in amazement in front of Harding’s jazz band. She wouldn’t leave; she wanted to be right there in front of them. And when the chorus started up, she wanted to hear them too. And when the Motown band cranked up on the big stage outside, she dragged us up front to see them too. She danced and danced…and obviously went to sleep pretty quickly tonight!
Waiting on Mama to get ready
Jamming out
Can’t get enough of the music- listening to the chorus
Brandy and I enjoying the sunset and time to chat (while Daddy chased HG)
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