This is my grandpa. I know that everyone thinks that their grandpa is (or was) extra special...but mine truly is. This is a picture of my grandpa on the first day I met him. It is a rather long story, but I met my grandpa when I was 27 years old. My mom was adopted as a baby, and we never knew my grandpa (my birth grandmother passed away when my mom was small). I had heard about my grandpa that lived in Morton, but we had never met. One day I decided that enough was enough and I wrote him a letter. Luckily for me, he wanted to see us as much as we wanted to see him. Needless to say, in the three years since...we have made many trips to Glenoma (near Morton).
Last Sunday we surprised Grandpa with a visit. He lives at the base of the mountain and it is gorgeous!
Here is Malia with Grandma Michelle. She is meeting her first horse (come to find out later it is a Mule...close enough).
This is when the mule started to try to eat Grandma Michelle and Malia. No more visiting the horse/mule.
Here we are...four generations of stubborness! Unbelievable to see how similiar we truly are.
This is my grandpa. I know that everyone thinks that their grandpa is (or was) extra special...but mine truly is. This is a picture of my grandpa on the first day I met him. It is a rather long story, but I met my grandpa when I was 27 years old. My mom was adopted as a baby, and we never knew my grandpa (my birth grandmother passed away when my mom was small). I had heard about my grandpa that lived in Morton, but we had never met. One day I decided that enough was enough and I wrote him a letter. Luckily for me, he wanted to see us as much as we wanted to see him. Needless to say, in the three years since...we have made many trips to Glenoma (near Morton).
Last Sunday we surprised Grandpa with a visit. He lives at the base of the mountain and it is gorgeous!
Here is Malia with Grandma Michelle. She is meeting her first horse (come to find out later it is a Mule...close enough).
This is when the mule started to try to eat Grandma Michelle and Malia. No more visiting the horse/mule.
Here we are...four generations of stubborness! Unbelievable to see how similiar we truly are.
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