It has been seven years since our neighbors mowed their lawn. On the down side, weeds and ticks are taking over the neighborhood. On the upside, some of those weeds, dandelions, are pretty fun. Especially for Joshua. Joshua picked many dandelions in the fuzzy stage, handing them to me and saying,
"This one is for Dad.
This one is for Samantha.
This one is for Grandma.
This one is for Aunt Leslie.
This one is for my Great, Great, Grandfather.
This is another one for my Grandma.
This is another one for my great great grandfather."

I told him it was time to go inside now, since it was almost 7:30 pm. He picked a few more and followed me in. He is a sweet fellow. Sam was great tonight too. She said Dad must be sad this time of year since it was around this time that his mother died and we should do something nice for him. !! What do you want to do? I ask. It is a secret, she tells me in a whisper, and tells me the rest in a whisper as well, even though Matt is ten miles away at work. She is going to get in her sleeping bag and yell "hibernate!" before dad gets in the door so she and Joshua will get in their sleeping bags so Matt can't see them. He'll walk in the door and ask, "where are my children?" Sam and Josh will crawl out of their bags and give him hugs and kisses and make him laugh. We didn't get to the sleeping bags in time, but I couldn't ask for a sweeter girl.