Remembering a Gentle Heart

This is an old, old photo of me and my paternal grandfather. When I was very small, I climbed into his lap whenever we stopped in to see him and my grandma, and I stayed there for much of our visit. Thinking back to those visits, I mostly remember laughing. Grandpa tickled me until I…

Purple Princess

My little brother’s girlfriend E is another year older today. She’s a sweet little blondie, equally happy to help in the kitchen or join my brother out in the woods on an elk hunt. We love her and hope he keeps her. The only problem with her is her favourite colour. For some reason I…