Remembering The Face

Remember A Face For All of Us ? That was almost two years ago. Poor Sawyer remembers it like it was yesterday. We were waiting at the Canadian border for them to process our papers and it took a loooooooong time.
For those of you that have never dealt with borders, this is what it looks like to cross into the US...


We love the new, big majestic sign proclaiming our entrance to the greatest country on earth. We pass it each time we make a trip to Grandma's house.

But this time on our trip back to Canada, Sawyer saw the outbuildings at the Canadian border crossing and he said, "Oh, NO. THAT place? I hope we don't have to go to THAT place again."
"He's remembering when we had to wait forever while they processed our papers that one time." I told Todd.
Sawyer piped up from the back seat, "Well, I did get chips."
We both laughed. It wasn't a total loss if chips were involved. And these weren't just any old chips. These were vending machine chips. Remember the vending machine when you were a kid? It was like a miniature Disneyland. The awe of gazing at all that goodness just beyond your reach, and the slight heart dip as you realized the amount of money you had limited you to a certain section of the goodies. And then the soaring feeling of discovering that one of your most favorite treats was the price you had to stick to? I always felt so relieved.
Here's the Face for All of Us again...

The face that only vending machine chips could cure.