Labor Day Love

My son LOVES this little girl. Mary is the product of two friends of mine and my sister's. She and I went to elementary - high school with her Daddy and high school with her Mama. "Ma-ey", as Nash calls her, is one of the only little girls he lets hang on him, pester him, kiss him.

Here's a glimpse of their very "busy" Labor Day fun:

*note Nash's foot. HIL-AR-I-OUS. I can just imagine him one day 

with his foot like that as they wind down from their long days. 

A late evening out wouldn't be complete without some love from Nash's Papa (my Dad).

I love this picture.  Reminds me of days when I'd lay with my dad and 

watch tv (albeit the history channel).

Lastly, my sweet little guy and his new found happiness. 

I imagine somewhere in that little head of his he's thanking me for 

the charade of formulas, medicines, and homeopathic remedies 

I've had him on trying to figure out the best combination to make his system happy.