I got up early this morning because I wanted to get things ready for the kids to come over to see their Grandpa. I fed the dogs, and, at 6 a.m. stepped outside to take a walk.  There was a van parked in my driveway.  My Dad's van. He couldn't sleep well at the motel, so he came on to my house.  I have NO idea how he managed to find the house.  But he did. 

Dad and I walked around the block together, we got my hubby out of bed, enjoyed a little coffee, unloaded the van, and by 8:00 a.m he was gone.

I'm more than a little disappointed the boys won't get to see him. His excuse was he wanted to get back home and avoid as much traffic as possible by driving through Atlanta and St. Louis on a Sunday.

He brought this picture down from Uncle Benny's house in Warsaw, Missouri along with my Grandmother's dresser.  I received instruction from Ben on where the portrait of my Grandfather goes.  I am happy to have it exactly where my Grandmother kept it.

The dresser looks lovely against the plantation pink walls of the guest bedroom. Now if I could just find a guest that would stay long enough to sleep here!