Memory Lane

Wyatt's Birthday is on the 16th and my nephew Drew's is today.
I think Drew is turning thirtytwosventeen and Wyatt is turning rollyeyedsnarkyfourteen.
They're such sweet boys...

So every year around this time I get to feeling a little soft around the edges and no, I'm not talking about my arm flab or my muffin top.
I'm talking about the real thing.
I've been looking back through old posts and getting all leaky eyed.
Yesterday Monday was my 800th post.
Can you believe that?
Back then I was just writing for family so everything was addressed much more personally and to a WAY smaller audience but the heart is still there and it's so amazing how fast reading these posts can take me back.
It's almost like I'm back in the same room carrying on with the people I loved so much.

In case you're a new reader, we moved to Oregon to care for my grandparents in 2006.
My Grammy had the Alzheimer's and my Grampy was soon diagnosed with late stage prostate cancer.
We had our hands full to say the least, and most every day was the longest day of my life, but I would never, ever, change one thing about it.
It's an amazing sense of peace to know that you did everything you could possibly do, and that no words were left unspoken.
I know what an incredibly rare thing it is to have that opportunity, and I have been so blessed to have been there for my Father, my Grampy and my Grammy.
I think I really am a crazy lucky girl living a crazy lucky life.

Back to the old posts.
Packed in the stories of my Gammy and Grampy (GK) are some fun stories about Wyatt and it knocks my socks how fast he has grown up.

This is one of many but for sure my very favorite video of Wyatt when he was eight years old and a burgeoning scientist.

The audio is crap, but the kid is cute.

I have to move along now, laundry to fold and sheep to feed.

Have a great day!

Peas.