Back and forth, back and forth my family has gone for the past 3 weeks. Three weeks ago we drove up to Seattle (3.5 hours), then they all came down here, then this past weekend we went back up. This time for one of my cousin’s wedding receptions … which, I don’t have any photos of. I left my camera at my parents’ thinking, “Eh, 6pm party … the light will be awful (and a number of other reasons).” Wrong. Between the empty Tacoma sidewalks, windy but beautiful weather, huge windows in the reception hall … AH! It would have been a fabulous time to have my camera with me, but I’m trying not to beat myself up over it.
Anyway… here are some from our trip …
Gage’s view …
Mama’s view …
My brother’s family’s new pup. She is a keeper.
And my brother’s boys … they are keepers too.
Every time I visit my parents’, waking up in my old bedroom is still such a treat. Even with the bright yellow walls that my mom somehow let me paint way back when.
It’s always a favorite activity for my boys to look through my dad’s display case. It hold so many treasures that he has made and several that he has collected over the years.
My dad … I learned that a friend of mine’s father passed away the day before and I immediately felt the need to photograph my dad. Even if he was just chopping onions. Actually, him chopping onions, being in the kitchen was perfect. This is SO very much my dad.
Always with a coffee mug nearby.
Also very much my dad? Finding things that are SUPER special and fun for my boys to do. Like teach Gage how to drive the riding lawn-mower and letting him give the littler guys rides.
He and Cooper took turns doing laps around the yard, while the littles played under the camper. Logically, that’s where they’d play.
And while all that was going on, Matt was studying. While the little frog statues looked on.
And while that was going on, my dad was busy frying chicken. My boys’ favorite Papa-food.
And while he fried, they moved from the mower to the other sets of wheels.
After lunch (no photos of that … who wants to watch us eat fried chicken?) back onto the bikes and eating jelly beans … a favorite Papa-treat.
We lingered as long as we could on this Sunday afternoon before making our drive south. Homeward. I know that this … our house in Oregon … is my home. But this home, where I grew up, it is still so very much my home too, that it always hurts to leave. But that hurt is good because it just means we’ll be all the more excited when it comes time to go back. Back up i-5, to Grammie and Papa’s we’ll go. <3