Last night, I showed Andy this pic I took of Mo.
She picked a Sweet William from our front yard. They are my father’s favorite flower, and Grandpa showed her how crisp and clean they smell last time he was visiting. She spent the next 15 minutes carrying it around and lying on the floor, all the while smelling it.
Andy turned to me and said, “You know, we may curse our kids with genes that code for giant heads and poor eye sight, but we hit the jackpot with eye color.”
She knows it smell just like grandpa. Sweet. Love ya great picture. Dad