We’re busily soaking up the final days of summer vacation around here. In fact, we’re actually getting back into our classrooms and the kids are getting reacquainted with their daycare buddies!
While she’s not walking yet, give her something like a lawnmower, push toy, or swivel chair on Daddy’s tiled classroom floor, and she’s off like a shot! A little late, but still my best shot today!
A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned our little backyard project. The end result was so worth the wait. A few days of heavy rain made for a short-lived reflection, but I’m already looking forward to the beauty next summer!
We’re soaking up the final days of summer vacation around here. The weather has finally felt like summer, and again, I’m thankful for how cool it’s been the majority of the time. To beat the heat we’ve been enjoying splashing around in the kiddie pool, a few trips through the sprinkler and general frivolity in the backyard.
Here’s a bunch of pictures from a recent slide-climbing trip Seneca enjoyed…I’ve been pretty enamored with her big girl tennis shoes, and I think she can tell because she gets such a proud little expression whenever I put them on her.
I love the chubbiness of her little thighs here…
…and her complete and utter excitement. I think this has to be my best shot for today!
It’s the little things like recalling his excitement at making homemade vanilla ice cream each summer, or the way his baritone voice filled the space of a room when he laughed ~ loud, hard, and true. I remember how proud he seemed to take me to the Eagles for a drink during my first visit after turning 21, and how he always ribbed me a little bit about anything. I’m not sure if it was to keep me tough, or to keep himself to become too soft.
When the state quarters were first released, I thought that I should probably collect them, it seemed like a pretty big deal. Time passed and I never followed through with that thought. The details are vague as to when and where we had the conversation, but I remember him telling me that he’d started collecting a set for each of his grandkids. Then he teased that I’d probably cash it in for gas money or something.
I’ve thought about it often, and during a recent visit with Grandma I was able to see the collection as he left it. The partial rolls, in order by date of release, states checked off as he drew nearer to completion. I think about him checking his change for the last Delaware coin, and I wonder how often he came back to this work. When Grandma gave me the quarters to sort, I couldn’t wait to begin. His precision with the small details spoke volumes about how much he cared for each of us. When I completed a few check marks he had yet to make, I counted to find we have the last 8 states to collect. Eight states. Eight Grandchildren.
Today we are celebrating the joy and memory of Grandpa Ewing. We love and miss you dearly!
Wander this way for more Wordless Wednesday…
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