Love...

Ingram's Truck...

This truck...

...belonged to your great great grandpa.

That would be Pop Pop Dave's papaw...

Papaw Claude's Dad.

Maybe one day Papaw Claude will pass it down to Pop Pop...

And then he'll pass it down to you.

That would be a truck that has seen five generations of Ingram men...

....well...four men and one woman (me!)...

Talk about a rare and special thing.

And a reminder of where you come from...

And where a few strong men have been.

"Doesn't matter where I'm goin'...just as long as I remember where I've been."

- Mater from the movie Cars

Liquid Sunshine...

Proof that you are the most beautiful child this Amma has ever seen!

We didn't do much this weekend. 

Read a lot of books.

Played with a bunch of toys.

Went on several bike rides.

Watched and listened to it rain.

We talked about the thunder...

...was it God moving his furniture around up there?

...were the angels bowling?

...God sure is a heavy walker up there...

You weren't scared of the thunder....

I think it soothed you to sleep because you took a long nap...

I snuggled up with you in your bed too...

You are so good.

Sometimes I feel like we should fill weekends and evenings with busy things to keep you entertained, but the fact is...

You just love to spend time with Dad and me...

playing...

reading...

going on bike rides...

Yes, you love to go, go, go when we are busy...

But...

it's the slow time at home or at the beach that makes my heart slow down and drink it in.

You are a great kiddo.

Grant Quote:

Amma: "Grant, you need to start minding me!?"

Grant: "Nooooo!"

Amma: "Yes."

Grant: "What's your deal?"

I love you and thanks for a wonderfully slow weekend.

He thinks we're just fishin...

You are addicted...

...to fishing.

Pop Pop Dave took you to a pay lake in Oak Hill back in the early spring of this year.

It was $15 dollars a person to fish for the day.

It was hot.

Pop Pop got his toes burnt.

It was just you, Pop Pop, me and an old salty fishin lady that ran the place.

We had high hopes of catching a whopper.

They were all about 5 inches long.

Babies.

But Pop Pop wasn't there to bring home a trophy of a fish.

He was there to help you reel in your first catch.

You loved reeling in those tiny pomano and red fish.

Pop Pop loved helping you.

Now you can't say fishing with out saying Pop Pop...

...and you can't talk about Pop Pop with out talking about fishing.

He loves that.

You never let the line just sit out there...

You reel it in as soon as the hook hits the water.

Maybe you need to be a trout fisherman.

When you want the line to be cast back out...

You say "Need go fishin"

Makes me smile to hear you say it.

Daddy loves taking you fishing too.

I like taking you too..

...but...

I don't like to take the fish off the hook.

I'm girly like that.

But I'll bait your hook any day!

I'm gross like that.

We didn't have sinkers to fish on the beach a while back, so...

We tied your matchbox cars to the line instead

Worked like a charm.

Except...

You didn't like your matchbox cars flying through the air and into the ocean.

So you reeled them in and demanded us to take them off.

Maybe you love your matchbox cars more than fishin.

I love you...

...even more than matchbox cars and fishin.

Sweet Child...

Sweet boy, you are just so perfect for me. 

You are two and a half and my soul has never lived so much as it has since you're little heart started beating.

I love you.

You are growing so fast.

This blog will be a spot for me to place my memories of you so that one day you can come back and read what joy and love you bring me.

You are all boy.

Pure love.

You have the best belly laugh.

You love for me to sing you songs.

You love to whisper.

And when you whisper you can't help but smile while you are doing it.

I love the way you wrap around my leg to feel safe when meeting new people.

I hope you grow out of it, and you aren't afraid to step out of you're safe zone.

You love to go on walks.

The board walks through the dunes and live oak trees are your favorite.

They're my favorite too.

You can count to 14.

Because we have 14 steps to get upstairs.

You've been counting them since you were 1 and a half.

You only sing your ABC's when you're alone.

You sing to yourself when you play.

You are gentle with all animals.

They are you're playmates.

You love road trips.

We went on a 13 hour trip once and you didn't make a peep the whole time.

It was just you and me.

We stopped for an hour to play on a playground.

You read a ton of picture books in the backseat.

You like to read books period.

You repeat everything.

My child, you have such a calm spirit.

The only time you start to let your "terrible twos" show is when you've been cooped up.

I'm the same way.

Even at 27 years old...I still get a case of the "terrible twos".

Probably more then you do...

depending on who you ask.

We're just meant to be outside.

Bare foot.

In the breeze.

Near the water.

I love you, Grant.

Amma, will always love you.