We sure love getting out of the city and driving an hour west to visit our dear friends in the "country". We affectionately call their digs "the hippie compound". They seriously grow everything... even chickens! And they happen to be the best cooks on the planet!
Enlarge the above pic and check out little Emolyn holding on tight to her Papaw's finger. OK, so why don't you talk amongst yourselves, while I melt from all this cuteness going on.
I'm telling you, when Mr. Rooster cock-a-doodles, IT'S LOUD! And Emolyn never once flinched. She just stared him down... like "you don't scare me Mister Cock-a-doodle!"
Oh my gosh, I love her. Um, that would be Emolyn... not the rooster. Oh, and guess what? Emy's walking! That's right! You heard it here first.
Emolyn loves draping this knitted thingy on her head. It's the cutest thing. I don't know if she thinks it's hair or what. But again, I melted.
So did her Uncle Tyler. He melts at the mere sight of her.
Thanks Rand & Michelle for letting us spend Memorial Day at the Hippie Compound. What more can I say... good friends... good food... good times.