Our granddude, Aidan, was over for a visit. We toasted marshmallow at the fire pit in our garden. Joyously he told us, "This is the best day ever! With marshmallows!" OMG--bliss for me, too. Nothing beats grandchildren!
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I don't want children, but I like the idea of grandchildren. I haven't figured out yet how to do that. Last year some of my BBQs include marshmallow roasting. I'll have to start that up again this year.
ReplyDeleteSuper candid snap of the flame of your heart, and boy does he have the upperhand LOL
ReplyDeleteReminds me of many happy times making s'mores over the campfire. These are the childhood memories we hold so dear.
ReplyDeleteI just grinned looking at this image. Nice capture.
ReplyDeletePerfect! The fireglow, the mouthful of marshmallow - the happy kid!
ReplyDeletethere is hardly a better thing than seeing a child being happy! Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteYou can't beat the exuberance of a child at a marshmallow roast! I still carry the burn scars on my fingers from when I was 7-8 and the burning sugar bomb flew off my friend's stick, and I wear them with pride!
ReplyDeleteI second your sentiment. Grandchildren are the best! A reward for raising children, I think. To Gisele: I think there must be some child around who would love to have a "foster grandma" like you. Scorched marshmallows are a real treat!
ReplyDeleteLove the glow of the fire in his face...nothing like a sticky marshmellow to bring a smile to a kid's face!
ReplyDeleteThis makes me almost as happy as that sweet granddude, how fun!
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