An Evening Walk
I remember when a certain nephew of ours lost his status as “the golden child.” When Lydia was going through the terrible twos and Luke was a smiley baby, I said he was the salve for my wounded soul. I’m afraid that salve has been used up. He’s still a very sweet boy (and no one would dare question my love for him), but biting and fit throwing are happening more often than I would like.
Perhaps these pictures will endear him to my heart once again. When we were in Harrisburg, Luke, my dad, and I took a walk in a nearby cemetery. It was a lovely evening.
Grandpa and Luke, ready to go.
Luke next to his great-grandpa’s grave.
Luke would pull up some grass and say, “Ah, ah, ah, ah….”
…then he would throw it up in the air and say, “Dooooohh!”
On the go.
Okay, Mr. Long Lashes, all is forgiven. <3
