Family, that's what. The older I get the more I realize it. Here are Lila (my newest granddaughter) and her mother (my daughter Annie) in their pew just before Lila's baptism.Love in in my daughter Annie's face.
Here, Lila becomes a child of God thanks to Father Paul Dumais. Andrew is Lila's father.Water must drip off her head for an official Catholic baptism
Looks like it took.
Lila is pleased
We take the granddaughters home to give Annie and Andrew a break sometimes. They're still little enough that both fit in the kitchen sink for a bath.Claire and Lila
Before you know it though, they'll be teenagers amazed that they were ever that small.
My wife Roseann and I went walking on Westport Island, Maine where we've been staying over Thanksgiving. These two guys were doing off-season carpentry work on a vacation home and took a lunchbreak sitting on sawhorses. Beyond the lamp post on the left is the lighthouse on Southport Island in the distance. Beyond that, the Atlantic.Lunch break on Westport Island
We were all together in the big rental house for five days - grandchildren, adult children, sons-in-law.Riley, Alex, Sarah, Claire
It went good. I'd forgotten how it was living in a house full of children. It's nice, but as you hear so many grandparents say - it's good when it's over too.Coloring with Auntie Annie
I love oak trees. My ancestors used to worship them in Ireland before St. Patrick set them straight.Oak trees and ocean
Next morning the sun rose through more oak trees outside our bedroom.Sunrise over Sheepscot River
Then it went down over the other side of the island.Sunset over Westport Island, Maine
Tomorrow we head back home. It was a nice Thanksgiving with family.