Thursday, October 23, 2008
This September we had the distinct privilege of visiting my Grampa in Montana. He sure is a spry young man for 87. We talked life and politics and left better than we came.
What a blessing.
The kids and I were really winded keeping up with him on the morning walk!
I used to swing between these same trees when I was a little girl.
Made me think of all the precious things we pass on to our children.
One day, like Grampa, we look back and have a legacy.
What a heritage we have!