Week One….Crashing at the Boyds

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I don’t envy my in-laws for having to help us “adjust” our first week back.  We are so upside down in our schedules……from wanting to sleep when we should be awake.  Yet they are gracious and in time we do adjust.  Here are just a few snap shots of our first week back.

 

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At Taco Bell with Cousin Christopher

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We went straight to Taco Bell upon landing in Nashville.  So good to see my SIL, Malinda.

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Rachel, loves Aubrey.

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We are amazed to hear Brian and David on the banjo and guitar.  Yeehaw!

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On Grandma and Grandpa’s farm….watching the hay be cut.

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OK….the food has been SMASHING!

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Jacob turns 10.  3 kids/double digits.

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Aunt Malinda offering comfort to Nathaniel for his elbow scrap.

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My sweet mother-in-law who went above and beyond to make us comfortable.

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Darla (who did all kinds of fun things with the cousins this week) and parents chatting.

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Uncle Steve.

Ahhhh…..I didn’t get pictures with Uncle Mike and the cousins kayaking. ; 0  Maybe in a few weeks I can fill in the gaps. 

 

What a lovely first week.  Our clocks are straight now. ; )

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  1. UnknownJune 16, 2013 at 10:43 AM

    Such lovely photos, Ruth!! No money can be placed on time with family. Enjoy every minute!

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