Chapter 6 – Grammies and Pappies and Meemaws Come to the River “Hey hun! Wakey wakey!” “Hi!” (yawns) “Grammy and pappies are coming soon.” “Okay, yayyy!” “So hurry up!” (Gets done getting ready.) “Hi Uncle Joe!” “HI!” “How did you sleep?” “Good.” “You?” “Good.” “I am going to get some breakfast.” “Hey honey. Are you
Chapter 3 – The Morning at the River (Yawns.) “What time is it?” (Looks at the tablet clock.) “8:30.” “Okay.” I said to myself. Ty’s awake. “Hi Ty! How did you sleep?” “Hi. Slept good. How did you sleep?” “Good.” “I am going to see dad.” “Okay.” Walks into camper… “Hi dad! Good morning!” “Good
Do you all remember many months ago in the winter when I shared how my eleven-year-old daughter, Kenzy, wrote a story about our river lot because she missed being up there so much? We had all the grandparents over for dinner and she handed out tickets she had made for the reading of her first
Howdy everyone! Happy summer. I can’t believe we have reached June already. It’s absolutely crazy how fast time is going. Before we know it, fireworks will be booming in the air; shortly after, pumpkins will be lit on front porches, and then we will be saying Merry Christmas to everyone we know. Phew. Take all
This year, for Mother’s Day, I forgot to write a special column because my brain can’t seem to comprehend dates lately. I know Mother’s Day is in May. I wake up knowing the day of the week and what month we are in, but I feel like we go from May 6th to the 18th
Not going to lie. I’m not huge on vacations. I don’t love not being away from home. Mostly because I am a high-maintenance sleeper. One, I just want my own bed, and leaving my bed is a sacrifice. Two, everything I need to bring with me in order to sleep “decently” is kinda a pain,
