Adieu.
Being just me and the kids on this part of the trip - I wasn't able to get as many pictures as I wanted to throughout our stay in Winslow. So to make up for it, I took a whole bunch just before we headed out the door for the next leg of our trip.
I love, LOVE these pictures more than words can say, but I'll try to express some of my thoughts.
There is something so beautiful when watching your own father play and cater to your very own kids. It's magical and heart-warming. Even funny when he looks at you and tells you that you used to do the same thing as a kid.
It's also eye-opening. I got to see my kids in a different light. It allowed me to take a step back and just watch as they help Grandma Buggy with a puzzle or clear away the dishes from the table. Kids interact so differently with grandparents.
I think grandparents have special powers.
I loved seeing the connection that Trent was able to make with Papa. Trent's a hard one to connect to - but Papa has his number - and it may or may not have something to do with letting Trent go golfing and ride in a golf cart with him.
It's nice to know Hannah's joyous smile and big eyes can affect her grandparents just as much as she affects me. She brings light wherever she is. She's a special one.
Luke doesn't mind someone who has a beard. In fact, it makes it easier for him to recognize a familiar face in a crowded room.
Going to church at the Dilkon branch on the Navajo reservation was something I will never forget. Hearing someone bearing their testimony in navajo? Words cannot do justice on that one. Such a beautiful language and one that I will never be able to speak.
Grandma Baker was a hit as always. Both Hannah and Trent loved to sit and visit with her. She'd let them watch movies. She also let them play with the crocheted ducks that poop out jellybeans. They still talk about it, and they still fight over the ducks she gave us. My Grandma Baker is an amazing lady - oh how I love her - and am grateful I can share my four biggest accomplishments with her.
Man, I love these people.
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