The Vineyard

A couple months ago, I had the pleasure of visiting Martha’s Vineyard and the small group of tight knit families that my Mother spent time with when she was just a wee lass.

Now they’re all grown and their children have children of their own. Older than even me! And I loved watching them play. I can’t wait until I can do what they’re doing!

That night, we all went out to eat and my silly Dad kept carrying me in that dang pouch. I said, “Dude! Hook me with a chair, aiight? I can do it. Look me in the eye: ‘I can do this.'”