I Don't Know Who That Lady is....

The "littles" spent the morning with me while their mommie shopped. After making a secret hideout in the bedroom closet, they asked permission to "play pennies" with the Trucker's change basket.

Emptying the basket on the bedspread, we learned how many pennies were in a nickel, dime, quarter, and dollar.

Then I moved into the hall to work on mending, leaving them to their play. The girlies raided my baking drawer for measuring cups and spoons, and proceeded to bake "penny cakes" with "dollar icing" and "penny sprinkles" on top.

I kept half an ear on their conversation to be certain no tasting of the delicacies was involved. The whole of both ears perked up when they got distracted by the through-the-years photos of the Trucker and me on the wall.

"Look, there's Uncle & Aunt!  Here, and here, and here!" Then they moved to our wedding photo. "Here's Uncle again, but I don't know who that lady is....I wonder if Aunt knows?"

I wonder too, if Aunt knows who that lady is...or was....!