When I wait too long to post, I tend to forget the little details.
{that’s half the reason I like to keep this thing, just for my poor, sad little memory.}
So, let’s see. I have a brother…yes… and he graduated from high school…
It’s all coming back to me.
So, I made the lovely drive from Oklahoma to Tennessee to spend a long weekend with the family. A short visit, but isn’t it always? On my first day, we took this cutie pie out for a picnic and afternoon at the park.
We’re so excited for you, and so proud of you. And I’m sure you’ll only continue to climb…
…two years until my ten-year reunion?!...
Crap. That means one year until I have to start planning it! Argh. I remember having the overanalyzing-foresight of specifically not running for class-officer senior year of high school so I wouldn’t have to do this. they twisted my arm. That’s ok, all of ‘they’ get to be on committees or something.
Surprisingly, I was able to visit with lots of family during my short stint. I had a chance to hang out and grill out @ Dad’s with my aunt & uncle after Lo’s main event, caught up with Mom and Grandma just sitting on the porch swing on Saturday afternoon, spent Saturday night grilling out at the house and playing {winning} poker with the boys & mom. I even took an extra day off of work, so I could stick around Sunday for church and ‘supper’, and squeezed in breakfast with Hannah in Jackson on my drive back to OK.
Sunday afternoon @ Logan's graduation party at church.
Fishing with Jim & Jill in Mama and Papa's backyard.
what a lovely sunday afternoon in the country. After 8 years of being away from home, I still haven't gotten used to Sundays in the city.
chased her around for about 20 minutes with my camera. she moves fast.
miss photogenic.
FIVE-generation family photo.
On the last day, Logan decided he needed a little post-graduation moment of rebellion...
I told someone that my brother had shaved his hair into a mohawk to which they replied "what did your mother think?" ...well, she did it.
my punk little brother, ladies and gentleman.
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