We went home this weekend.
On Sunday, just before we left, I introduced Ellie to a few of my childhood favorites.
I grew up right next to a huge field.
It alternated between corn and beans.
Mom hated the corn years.
It was so hot.
It left no breeze.
But every spring, before planting, we would hit a bucket of golf balls into the field.
And every fall, after harvest, we would go and find them.
Someone is still doing it...
cause we found a boatload today.
I also took her to where I used to have a clubhouse.
It was no longer there.
It was an awesome clubhouse, right next to the railroad tracks.
With a hidden entrance and everything.
We used to play chicken with the trains and put penny's on the tracks to get run over and smushed. Kids these days must not have clubhouses.
Or maybe mothers no longer let their children play 15 feet from a working railroad.
(I mean, seriously. What was she thinking??)
On our way back to Grandpa's, we stopped and pet the horses.
1. If there were horses there when I was a kid, I never would have left.
2. It's kinda weird there are horses there, being in the city limits and all.
3. I am wishing I had never gone. Poor things aren't being very well cared for and it is breaking my heart. She was the sweetest old girl, dying for a little attention. I could have stayed all day.
I love showing my girl all my childhood haunts.
I want her to know where she came from.
PS. Doesn't my Noonie look great!?!
We had us a little date on Saturday night.
Just the two of us.
Some Italian food and Starbucks.
Poor man had never had a pumpkin spice latte.
That is just criminal.