Eventually, my husband notices the house has become suspiciously quiet.
A few minutes later, he appears downstairs looking for his missing child.
That's usually when Abi's shift comes to an end. 😄
Before she leaves, she often tells me the same thing:
"Mommy, I think I'm going to be a soap maker when I grow up."
Maybe she will.
Maybe she won't.
But watching her discover the joy of making things with her hands reminds me a lot of how La Marcotterie began.
Not with a business plan.
Not with grand ambitions.
Just with curiosity and a desire to create something meaningful.
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