The day was incredibly hot. The sun beat down on us relentlessly, and the three of us quickly slurped up Brooklyn's leftover glass of lemonade, down to the last melting piece of ice. And after pushing Brooklyn's stroller up and down stairs, over the carcasses of thousands of cicadas, in and out of the various Shaker houses, we found ourselves facing a large open field of freedom. Slighty loopy from the heat, we watched Brooklyn run about and pluck daisies and clover. Had we been 2, we might have had the energy to join her frolicking. As it was, we just encouraged her.

To our immense surprise and delight, she plucked a clover, held it to her lips, and at the top of her lungs, bellowed "LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" over and over. Had I not been 33 weeks pregnant, I would have literally fallen on the ground and just rolled with laughter. It was one of those once in a lifetime moments that you just can't replicate.