Watching our three precious dancers’ months worth of work pay off is one of the most priceless rewarding experiences ever. I love being their mama.
Had four generations in our home tonight for dinner. Doesn’t get much better than that. Thankful for the precious memories our family is able to build.
Finally got our little iron sparrows hung in our bedroom that we found in Waco. Above pictures from our honeymoon in Jamaica and our 10 year anniversary trip to all of New England & New York. And between the sugar skull couple I ordered for our 10th anniversary from an artist we love in California and the sailor & mermaid we bought in Cape Cod from a local artist. Little things that make me smile and remember all of the beautiful memories we continue to build together.
Five years ago today we spent our first night in our new home. So many memories have been made. So many drawings on walls (crayons, lipstick, whatever a toddler could get their hands on), handprints up the stairway from a little one learning to climb stairs, and so many milestones measured on the door frame in our laundry room from our children and grandchildren that won’t stop growing. There is no one in this world I would rather build these memories with.
Tonight my little bit got to stay up late with Paw-Paw and watch ET for her first time. Funny I can remember watching this movie with my daddy when I was a little girl. Such precious memories being made. She LOVED it and always loves hanging out with Paw-Paw. We can hardly wait for him to move to Texas in a few months!
Woke up to a very rainy day. Nothing new on this trip, and certainly nothing new in New Orleans at any given time. It always rains. So we dropped our three little ladies off to have some fun with Aunt Stacey and “her mama and dem”. Then Matt and I headed over to my Granny & Paw-Paw’s old house that my Nana now lives in. A huge tub of old family photos that somehow survived Katrina (a miracle in itself) was pulled down out of the attic, and for the next six hours Matt and I scanned over four hundred old family photos with an app on our phones. Many that I had never seen. A lot of them made us laugh. A few brought me to tears. I learned a lot of stories I had never heard from Nana and my Dad when he showed up towards the end of our visit with Nana. When I get home I’ll slowly but surely be posting them for all of our family to enjoy. Minus the ones towards the end of Granny’s life when she was so sick. Those will be tucked away. So many special memories. So many priceless photos that I’m incredibly grateful to have and share. This is my daddy when he was a little boy, probably between the age Bitty and Mad are now.