Yesterday we went to Seattle to take Dylan to the airport so he could visit his dad for the summer. This is a journey we made with trepidation knowing that Dylan needs to see his dad, but we don't like him to go. Dylan kept asking us where they had their accident last year. He, his mom, Ty, and Julirae were in a fender bender on this same journey last summer. (By the way, Happy Anniversary Jennie and Ty.) Sorry about the shadows in the picture. He was wistfully watching the plane being loaded thinking ten-year-old boy thoughts. Dylan is a special delight. We worry about him while he's in Minnesota. Last year, you might remember, he got kicked by a horse while with his dad. We spent the time before we had to go to the airport at Jeff''s looking at the new kitchen and chatting about their yard. Dylan and Steve had a ball sparring with each other. We went to a wonderful, heavenly place called Molback's. It's a huge nursery. Dylan, who considers himself the expert on everything, kept up a running commentary on every plant. He was very interested in the Venus Fly Traps. Then he brought tears to my eyes when he said, "Grandma, this place smells so good! It smells like Ensign in the mornings." Ah sweet memories. I went to a fabric store and the boys went to a discount place called Stupid Prices. You'll see my purchases below. Dylan tried out the vibrating recliners and Garth bought licorice.
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