Yesterday when we were driving to the amusement park we drove through a small Pennsylvania town. Right in the center of town I saw an Amish buggy road sign. My heat skipped a beat. My niece and I started scanning the area... we didn't have to look far.
I noticed that immediately ahead of us was a courting buggy being driven by a young man and his two sisters. A couple of cars were in front of us but they took their first opportunity to pass them. Fortunately for me once I was behind them we couldn't pass and we got to follow them for a bit.
Once we did pass them we came upon another buggy!
Believe me... I was FREAKING out. This is the closest I've ever actually been to the Amish. It was incredibly fulfilling.
Even Kid, knowing the importance of such a sighting for me, was beaming!
This almost made up for the pure hell Baby has been putting me through since we left.