My most precious memories are hearing my DaDa playing the piano. In my grandparents' old house, he would play in the formal den and I would sit on the white couch and listen. This is a memory from my childhood that I will always treasure. I am so grateful that my children will have the same memories of listening to DaDa play the piano.
This is such a precious memory.
You all that read my blog know how important family is to me.On this day, DaDa was playing Jingle Bells and my girls were "playing" with him, rather than singing.
2 comments:
Hey girl I love to see your girls with Papa. They are building memories and don't even know it yet. I also got your commemt over on my BLOG and I don't think I have any pictures of us after the house fire, so the get camera ready for the next time we're together. I'm thinking picture time:):):) ~Ash~
Awww I have a pic of me with DaDa that looks just like this! I have an idea...I can't remember but isn't there a pic of you with him like this? I bet he would love a frame of all these pictures of all of us with him. Did that even make since?
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