Once Uncle Chris arrived it didn't take long for Allie and the G-man to drag him down to the lake. They were so excited they forgot to get dressed!
It also didn't take long for the fishing poles to hit the water.
Grammy, look how big my worm is? I call him Squirmy.
The little man takes a break.
Our fisher-girl in action.
Uncle Chris, her fishing bud.
Later in the weekend there was a mean game of Risk between the cousins,
and a birthday to celebrate. (Happy B'day Emily.)
Even Henna got some attention from some of her favorite people.
It was a weekend for cheers.
It was a weekend for smiles.
and I think mine was the biggest one of all.
The End.
2 comments:
Ohhhh. Ain't love grand?
What a wonderful weekend!!! I'm so glad you found that little red cottage :)
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