My grandpa always gives me a bear hug the first time he sees me. It's his trademark, and it isn't just any normal bear hug, mind you. It's like being in a vice grip. He's a retired veterinarian, and as such, he can tell some wild stories about cats, pythons, etc. Here's Grandpa holding onto the beard of a billy goat while David watches.
Grandma showered us with hospitality. I was amazed by how efficiently she put full course meals together. I wonder....,"will I ever be that fast?"
It was good to see my grandparents again.

As part of David's celebration, he had 8 other boys over for outside games. I enjoyed watching from the safety of the garage as the boys chased each other with high-powered water guns. The fight was merciless, and I was glad that my title of "Aunt" gave me immunity from being soaked. It was kind of funny. I could see that a few of the boys wanted to pelt me, but they held back.



















