My granddaughter, Ava, is only SEVEN. Just.
Which is what makes her weaving talents so incredible to me.
She wanted to stay overnight, so she could weave again today.
Which she did.
Weavers......go ahead and lust.........her selvedges are perfect.
Natural born weaver, I say.
Last night, we went for ice cream, then we chased fireflies, or lightning bugs, depending on your preference.
It is easy to forget how much fun the world can be, but when you're around little kids, they are quick to remind you, if you're listening.
We lost a tooth, and the tooth fairy came.
I was pretty shocked when she told me what the tooth fairy was paying these days.
We played 'cats'.
Not sure where she got the idea that cats had ears in the middle of their forehead, but hey, who am I to comment.
And we celebrated flag day 5 days early.
I'm still smiling.