This post is an introduction to a piece I penned for Pepperidge Farm’s family site, Goldfish Smiles. In my most recent piece, I share one of our more unusual family traditions. It’s one that was a life saver and continues to be one of my favorites.
“We toured castles, wandered streets in picturesque towns, and ate chocolates. But that playground was our special place. There, my kids met local kids. Even though they didn’t speak the same language, they had the international language of play between them.” [click here to read the post]
ps. Here are two photos from the playground in Belgium I wrote about. It blows me away that the kids were ever that small. Look at those cheeks!