Back in August, we all spent the afternoon at my parents home, enjoying dinner and of course wonderful company. There is a tree in their yard that defines my childhood. I lived in this thing. I loved it as The Boy in The Giving Tree. Twenty-some years later and the tree is still standing, sure she is missing a few limbs that I would dangle off of and use to hoist myself higher and higher in her boughs, but she is still lovely. And the kids are drawn to her just as I was.
Isn't she lovely....
I can not stop looking at this large picture of Jackson. He looks so very, very much like Scott did as a boy. The older Jackson is becoming, the more and more like his Daddy he is looking. It really is neat.
These little ones are growing at a rapid rate, and I want it to stop. I'm so not ready.
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