I didn’t know Jeff when he was a toddler (I wasn’t born yet :)), but I’ve heard stories. And a lot of these stories involve Jeff, his mom, and the kitchen. So when Macy pulled up a cooler to be able to stand next to Grandmommy while she fixed lunch, it wasn’t a surprise to any of us (Jeanette actually said, “Well, hello Jeffrey”).
Let me help you taste the fruit salad Grandmommy
Would you like a bite?
And a random shot from that day…Macy wearing Avery’s boots, her beads, and no pants.
Oh, Macy. We love you just the way you are.
*see Like Father, Like Daughter for part one