Paige Lester: Grateful
Paige sat down on one of the river stone benches in the garden dedicated to Art and Dottie and waited. She loved that this spot came alive with mountains of magenta-colored dianthus, beautiful yellow roses, abundant hydrangeas, and trellis' full of lavender-colored sweet pea - and she knew that Art and Dottie would too. The flowers, like this place, were symbolic, after all. Paige had been here many times before but under different circumstances. When she was younger, she would come to race around the track that surrounded the pond or to play a game of pick-up soccer at one of the nearby fields. Later, this would be the place that Paige would come to for inspiration - and to walk the many trails that Art and Dottie had so joyfully created over the years. "I've been coming here since I was nine," Paige thought to herself as she took in this place with a new appreciation. Her parents first brought her, and her older sister Colleen, to teach them how to fly kites. I