Last Saturday night (March 26), I participated in Earth Hour by turning off the lights, switching off our computers, and powering down our phones. I reluctantly ran around the house in the minutes before 8:30 turning off lights and looking for candles. I rounded up my husband and we searched for candles. We found four and placed them on the hearth of the fireplace.
My husband and I sat on the couch and talked. I laughed a little too loud at one point and then the little guy cried out (he’s a light sleeper). I went into his room and settle him down, but then I came back I sat back down on the couch in the dark and resumed chatting and staring at the flickering lights.
We had a rogue candle.
While lighting the candles, I dropped the match right into the small glass cup to avoid burning my hand and that flame flickered up erratically, scorching the side of the glass. The three other candles were still, but this flame moved and danced around.
I tried to take photos of the candles as we wrapped up the hour. I had been staring at the flames, so I didn’t notice what was written on the side of the biggest candle. I turned it around and saw the saying…