Maximus and my dad swam, my mother sang "goo goos" to him, the amount of hugs and kisses they got were unreal, they "schoops" (shoot hoops), rode bikes, toured Lincoln, wrestled, even ate a few bites of vanilla ice milk, walked the beautiful Lincoln trails, hit the playground, laughed, talked, sang, everything. I miss them already. Oh, and since Jesse just started racing, my dad was in heaven watching him race. My father has been a cyclist for as long as I can remember, so this sort of thing was really exciting for him. He told me after seeing the race, the bike shop and our bikes that he wants to go back and buy another! It's addicting! Do it Dad!
My parents have 10 grandchildren. All of Maximus's cousins (and the one on Jesse's side too) are incredible kids. Before my parents visited us, they had spent a week with my brother and his family in St. Louis. I hope that we can meet my sister and her family this July at Mount Rushmore along with my parents. This trip was just so...good. I cried like a baby when they left. I felt so empty and I still miss them! I'm 29, not an 8 year old girl!
Now, these photos are in totally random order. I think they depict the visit from the finish to the start, but who cares? They are awesome!
Maximus sandwich.
More lovers.
"Hye-yawr!' (higher)
Picture was taken by a dude waiting for the train to go back to Ohio. How we knew? My dad just walked up and asked. One of the cool things I admire about my dad is how he says "hello" to EVERYONE. No matter what. More people should do that.
2 comments:
Ohmigosh, thank you so much for sharing these photos! They are beautiful and fun and touching, and I very much enjoyed looking at them. I've always liked your parents a whole bunch.
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Looks like Max enjoyed having your parents visit. It also looks like you guys had tons of fun! :O)
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