I'm powerless. Am in the grip of an irresistible force of nature. Must obey!
Cannot blog about anything else until I post more photos of my oh-so-cute granddaughter, Evelyn.
It's what grandfathers are drawn to do by karma, destiny, kismet, fate. And especially... love.
I haven't seen Evelyn for more than twelve months. So it's been great to spend some Maui time with Celeste and Patrick's engaging two year old.
Laurel's first thought when we went to a store after arriving in Maui: sand bucket. Excellent purchase. Evelyn likes playing on the beach a lot more than frolicking in the water. Her surfing lessons are going to have to wait, I guess.
Grandma Laurel, trying to get the flower in Evelyn's hair looking just right again. Being at the beach is a lot about stylin.
Nice shot of Evelyn and her father in the pool. Patrick needs to remember this moment when his daughter is sixteen and calling him an idiot. Sweetness and swearing: both parts of raising a girl (as I well know).