The last few days, we have started a new tradition. After I come home from my walk, we as a family go feed the ducks. When I got back from my 3 mile walk and 15 times up and down the stadium bleachers at APU this morning, it was time to feed the duck. Bryce was eager to go, so she got her shoes quickly and the bag of bread. Who could look more cutier? The little duck feeder? Of course the cutest little one around here, is Bryce. Bringing joy to so many. 
After taking Bryce to the Doctor this afternoon with a never ending runny nose, we made a stop at the market. Thankfully it was not a trip to the pharmacist with a round of antibiotics for her. But rather it was a trip to the market for fruit and veggies for this little health nut. While we were cruising the Albertsons here by the Carter Cottage where we are staying right now, Alan came across this can of olives. Oh, my heart stopped, skipped the next beat and then started rejoicing as I heard, "When the Saints Go Marching In" playing in my head (no I am not a freak, just a sentimental grandchild). Each year for the last too many to count, I have sent Grandpa these olives from Graber. For so many blessed years, I have heard the stories of the adventures of the little Louie and the wagon, selling produce and becoming friends with Mr. Graber. How could I refuse bringing the simple pleasure of great fond memories to a man that has done it all, been everywhere and loved by so many. Thanks for letting me bring that little memento to you Grandpa, big or small, you loved it.
If you have any extra room in your prayers tonight, say your prayers for Alan. He has a job interview in the morning and another on Thursday.
After taking Bryce to the Doctor this afternoon with a never ending runny nose, we made a stop at the market. Thankfully it was not a trip to the pharmacist with a round of antibiotics for her. But rather it was a trip to the market for fruit and veggies for this little health nut. While we were cruising the Albertsons here by the Carter Cottage where we are staying right now, Alan came across this can of olives. Oh, my heart stopped, skipped the next beat and then started rejoicing as I heard, "When the Saints Go Marching In" playing in my head (no I am not a freak, just a sentimental grandchild). Each year for the last too many to count, I have sent Grandpa these olives from Graber. For so many blessed years, I have heard the stories of the adventures of the little Louie and the wagon, selling produce and becoming friends with Mr. Graber. How could I refuse bringing the simple pleasure of great fond memories to a man that has done it all, been everywhere and loved by so many. Thanks for letting me bring that little memento to you Grandpa, big or small, you loved it.
If you have any extra room in your prayers tonight, say your prayers for Alan. He has a job interview in the morning and another on Thursday.
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