I grew up thinking my Papa was a big scary grandpa. As I've gotten older I think he's gotten mushier. He gives the greatest hugs in the world...sometimes I'm pretty sure he is going to break me.
He tells the same story from when I was probably 5 years old over and over. The cool thing is that it brings a smile to his face EVERY single time he tells it. He also calls me LindseyMarie...like it's one name. His whole side of the family does actually.
The day I went to visit I lucked out and my Aunt Souix, Aunt Diane, and cousins were there. All of whom call me LindseyMarie. I like it.
My papa is just a big goofy kid. Betty, his wife seems to be amused by it. Mostly.
He showed off his award winning stage coach he built with his own two hands. I was quite impressed.
He's pretty proud of it. Can you tell? He's also very handsome.
This painting is in his living room and has been since my mom passed away ten years ago. This is a painting of her from 1978...she was 18 years old. I just love it. The colors. The frame. Her eyes. Her lips. It just is breathtaking. I love it. I miss her. I'm glad the painting is right where everyone can see it.
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