One late winter’s day found me sauntering, steaming cup of brew in hand, into one of my favorite local thrift shops. My mood was blissfully idyllic and calm, as inspiration, wonder, and a sense of adventure swirled up and around in the gathered quiet of my thoughts. I had snatched a few blessed moments to set out in solitude, while my four girls gladly surrendered to the rough-housing and cheeky antics of their child-at-heart father. And goodness did I ever intend to thoroughly enjoy myself…