Here are some random photos from the Bake Sale.
When I arrived with my wagon of treats the table we had out was already full of things other parents had made or purchased for the sale.
I was so overwhelmed I wanted to cry. In a good way. Overwhelmed with the kindness and generosity show both to my small son and to Autism Speaks.
It was sincerely humbling. It made me realize that I can have all the stuff in the world and have a mansion and a yacht (I am Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht) and all the shiny baubles a gal could ever need and I wouldn't have as rich a life as I have right now. It's not the stuff, it's the peeps that count. Good friends make a life richer than any material good ever could.
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