Though, I have never lived in this house and it's not the house I grew up in, it's like going home. If the saying is true, "home is where your heart is", then it's one of my homes, for none other than, My Mom and Dad live here. I didn't get to choose them and they didn't get to choose me. I think Jesus did an outstanding job of putting us together!
Their yard and all their plants are beautiful! My Mom has always had a green thumb with anything and spring time definantly shows off all her hard work. Their grass is really fun to walk in when your're barefooted. No stickers at all!
Aren't they just the cutest with one of their good looking Grandsons?( he just so happens to be my baby boy!) They are blessed with one son, one daughter, one son in law, one daughter in law, three Grandsons, three Grandaughters and one Great-Grandaughter and they have been married FOR EVER! Not really, just Fifty years! Seems like forever to me since they've been together since I was born! And they have more friends than anyone else I know. We can't go ANYWHERE in their town without them knowing someone there. It's funny.
See? I was barefooted? These are my feet as I wait on the curb for the.........................................
ICE CREAM MAN!! I love this about their neighborhood. I heard the music, grabbed my purse, the camera and hollered for everyone to come!!! ( reminds me of being a little girl)
He has a great selection and although it was almost dinner time, we all got some kind of ice cream and it DIDN'T ruin our dinner. ( whoever told us that was way wrong)
She likes her "horse-slobber"bar. That's what Daddy used to call these with the kids when they were little. The name stuck.
Z chose one of their specialty ice cream pops. The ice cream man said it was the first day they were selling them and we were the first to buy it. Of course, he said this, after the purchase but, it was a good taste for Z.( and no, his ear lobes are not bleeding)
Daddy got an orange cream 'sicle. I tried it too, it was good. I went for the traditionally plain chocolate fudge bar. I don't venture out much on ice cream flavors. Like to play it safe.
His bar had super powers of turning his tongue every color in the rainbow all at the same time.
The next door neighbor's Doggy even came over hoping for some desert!
What a blessing to spend a little extra time with the people who love us more than anyone else in the world ( besides Jesus, of course) and the feeling is completely mutual. They are the best and we all love them and then we miss them when it's time to come home.
He has a great selection and although it was almost dinner time, we all got some kind of ice cream and it DIDN'T ruin our dinner. ( whoever told us that was way wrong)
She likes her "horse-slobber"bar. That's what Daddy used to call these with the kids when they were little. The name stuck.
Z chose one of their specialty ice cream pops. The ice cream man said it was the first day they were selling them and we were the first to buy it. Of course, he said this, after the purchase but, it was a good taste for Z.( and no, his ear lobes are not bleeding)
Daddy got an orange cream 'sicle. I tried it too, it was good. I went for the traditionally plain chocolate fudge bar. I don't venture out much on ice cream flavors. Like to play it safe.
His bar had super powers of turning his tongue every color in the rainbow all at the same time.
The next door neighbor's Doggy even came over hoping for some desert!
What a blessing to spend a little extra time with the people who love us more than anyone else in the world ( besides Jesus, of course) and the feeling is completely mutual. They are the best and we all love them and then we miss them when it's time to come home.