When our grandkids come over, it's always a grand entrance. We are so excited to see them, and they are all smiles and outstretched arms for us. One day this week they came in after having been at the pool for the day. With her chubby arms wrapped around my neck, Brooklynn snuggled into me, all warm from the sun and smelling of sunscreen. Nothing says summer like sun kissed babies.
George, our granddog, was over that day, too. We all adore George, a rescued greyhound who lives with Joe and Sam. He is the only dog, other than my darling Lilly, who I would even consider coming to live with me. He's polite and well-mannered, gentle as a deer, and he has the smoothest, silkiest coat. It feels like rabbit fur.
Seeing Luke and Miranda and Siefer and Sawyer on Facetime. Yes, I wish they could have been there, right in our backyard with the rest of us. And they missed out on the s'mores. But Facetime is the next best thing;)
Linking up with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story for Friday's Fave Five.