Last weekend was a whirlwind of events that led up to Lauren's birthday.
As usual, Grandma Renee came into town.
She pretty much looked like this:
We got a few short moments parked at the beach taking pictures of everything but the beach:
Or days in the weekend.......
Life breezed by and in a moment, we were taking her back to the airport to go home.
It was a great weekend.
Great birthday party.
Grandma was the icing on the cake.
You'll notice we took pictures of everything BUT the beach.
Now that Grandma is three days gone,
The house is trashed, children are unbathen,
And dinner is a sorry excuse every night.
But for some wonderfully strange reason, we can still smell her sweet perfume in the bathroom.
I'd be happy if that never went away.
More tales of Grandma to come.