This is my Grandson the Tree. We are calling him the tree since he is only 18 and about 6'2" and still growing. The shirt is about music, he said, but I know not of such things. Just that he is blood of my blood and a wonderful guy to behold. What a lovely legacy I have left.
Here is my Son - the Dad of the Tree - another wonder to behold. He is retired after 20+ years in the Air Force. Retiring as a First Shirt... a lovingly bestowed name for a Master Sgt. who has studied extra in order to help the guys and girls in the lower ranks when they have troubles. He has lots of stories.
We took then to Fanny Anne's for lunch in downtown old town Sacramento. It's a fun place to visit and find souvenirs. I loved this little pink shirt, and my very excellent Grandson obliged me.(Not many 18 year olds would do that for their Grammies. He's a sweetheart.)
You have to read this shirt. It says
Go Ahead
Push me around
But you ought
to know
I've got the Biggest,
Baddest, Meanest
Grandma
in town
Sacramento, CA
Look at my hand and my Son's - I wear a large man's size in gloves... wonder what size for him? It's like holding a bear paw. I remember when his whole hand fit in mine and I could cover over with my fingers to encase it. Ahhhh, the good ole days.
Here I am with the Tree. Yes, I am standing tall and not in a hole.
The handsome Menfolk.
There is a picture on her marvelous camera of the whole group including the photographer, Mother of the Tree, but my camera didn't get a picture of her. (She is the bestest woman for my Son. He's wonderful, in his own way, and she knows how to handle that all. Love her, too. Safe journey, Family. Wish you all the best.
Hugs,
Terri
P.S. Grandpa loves those Big Foot shows where the witness tries to show how tall the furry person was .... here a comparison to the show. LOL Hope to see you all again soon.