I've been looking forward to the end of July and all of August for some time. I knew we'd get to go see Joe, Ande, and Zeph at the end of July and then all of August we get to be with family.
The first round of visiting came last weekend when I went to Seattle to spend a couple of days with Ray, Cali, Levin, and Atlas. Sunday after church, Levin, Ray, and I drove to a hilltop near Lake Washington and watched the Blue Angels perform. I love the AF Thunderbirds and have always wanted to see the Blue Angels. It was really fun watching them with Ray and Levin; Ray is a pilot and I swear you could feel his heartbeat thumping five feet away.
We picked Ande and Zeph up from the Seattle airport Monday morning and spent the day and evening with the Folletts before coming to Moses Lake.
Zeph likes the chickens and cows, but especially the pigs.
To Grandpa's chagrin, he also enjoys pulling up the stakes in the garden that support the pepper plants.
Then again, he loves to ride on the lawnmower and be his buddy, too.
He loves the trampoline . . .
But mostly he loves balls. Anything his hand can hold is something to be thrown and anything that is round is a ball.
Last night he was mesmerized with the full moon, he kept saying, "A ball. It's a ball," over and over and over.
They started with rubber band guns and graduated to big bullets by the end. They were pretty pleased with their aim by the end of the night.
I now better understand where teasing got its roots. Our grandkids have been good about teaching me all kinds of lessons that I missed when we raised our own children.
This next week everyone, except Joe (who is working), will meet in Utah and the month of family continues. What a blessing. What a great blessing a family is.