There are only a few things Abby truly loves--only a few things that can mesmerize her. Things that, if missed, can truly break her heart. Frogs and mashed potatoes top the list.
Ferris wheels follow close behind.
She's only ridden one in her short life, and it was more than a year ago. But she's never forgotten the fun she had spinning high above the ground, Daddy at her side, waving frantically to the tiny people below. She's reconstructed the scene countless times with her blocks. She's drawn up plans for her very own ferris wheel, and is convinced that if she nags us enough we'll install one in the back yard. ("Wouldn't that be fun, Mommy? We could go all the time!")
So when I spotted the roadside carnival with its multicolored ferris wheel soaring high above the parking lot, I knew we'd do whatever it took to get back. (Ferris wheels are a two-parent ordeal. There's no way I'm wearing the baby and trying to keep both kids seated on that thing.)
So we surprised them with a trip to the ferris wheel after dinner tonight, and put a smile on our daughter's face that isn't likely to fade any time soon. Caleb was tall enough to ride this time, although he was a little wary of being able to look down on the buildings he's accustomed to merely driving past.
It was well worth the overpriced tickets and the cold weather. Some things are just too good to miss. Giving our kids something they only dream about is one of them.
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