The Nittany Lion
On our way home from Old Grandma’s house last week, Grace asked if we could stop to see the Nittany Lion. “If you’re awake, we’ll stop,” I responded, hoping that she would sleep the whole way home. What if I’m sleeping? “Then we won’t stop.” About 15 miles before Penn State, Grace woke up. Did I miss it? she asked, stretching and sleepy. “No. You had perfect timing. We’re almost there.” As soon as I unbuckled her, Grace raced from the car to the Nittany Lion. She climbed up all by herself, and she hugged its neck. I’ve missed you, … Read more