Proof That They Were Really Here

I always mean well, I really do. I take my camera with me with full intentions of capturing the moments and then I get into the moment, I enjoy the moment, the moment is gone and I realize my camera is still sitting in my purse waiting to be put to good use.

That's pretty much how it happened this weekend. It was a fast and furious visit from Gramma Joan and Papa Doug and we were on the go, go, go. Between visits to Costco, the zoo, fishing at a pond (Phillip caught one, Ryan caught two), a swim meet, a little fabric shopping and LOTS of eating out, I hardly captured any of it on film. But, it did happen and we enjoyed every last minute of it.

Thanks for the great visit Doug and Joan! We are always better for having you around. Thanks for your endless enthusiasm, support, and love! Thanks for teaching me how to properly defrost meat. Thanks for the compliments on my cooking, when I actually cook. Thanks for going to the zoo, yet again even though you've been to more zoos than you can probably count. Thanks for sitting in uncomfortable bleacher seats in a humid natatorium. Thanks for not saying anything about my messy house. Thanks for saying family prayers with us. Thanks for playing games with my kids that probably bore you, but never letting on. Thanks, thanks, a million thanks!