day eight. a moment.

my first memory is running around the trunk of a tree trying not to get caught by my dad. we were in a cemetery, at a funeral... i remember i got into trouble for not listening and not being quiet. i swear it was in Minnesota. then i remember my grandpa giving me the dollhouse that he built for me. I was so happy! i love love loved barbies and dolls as a little girl, that was the best present he could have given me. i still have it and plan on giving it to my little girls someday... well actually i might have to fight my sister for it. :O)

papa & i

my grandpa and i. he is the best ever. i am so lucky!