Today my parents had a garage sale as they prepare to 'move on up'. It was blazing hot (go figure - summer in Texas) and after we closed up shop, everyone decided a dip in the pool was in order.
Zachary is no longer afraid of swimming and was like a little fish, splashing everywhere and swimming with his 'swim jacket' all the way to the deep end and hanging on the diving board. (All this was diligently supervised by Grandma T.)
You never dream that you will outlive your baby. My sweet friend is going through this right now. Please keep her and her husband in your prayers for comfort and healing as they deal with this tremendous loss.
Sophie has this test she runs when someone besides Mom is staying with her. She cries, cries, and cries some more. If you come back again, she's usually pretty good. I guess she figures if you come back for seconds after the crying fit, then you're worth getting to know. Man, she's tough!
It's the end of an era, folks. The Bennigan's on South Hulen Street has been demolished. I noticed it on the way to Tee Ball tonight and recalled the good times there. It was the site of post football game hang outs, the place of employ for my former boyfriend, Barf, and the location of my first legal drink (my birthday was on a Monday, and who else was open on a Sunday night till midnight, but Bennigan's). My best memories, though, include many fabulous Brownie Bottom Sundaes that Erin and I could eat in about a minute and a half (no lie) and all the great girl talk and bonding done before and after.