Camp Pop Pop and Grandma

Henry and Oliver have spent the last two weeks with my parents in Georgia, and given that my parents are in their mid and late seventies, I'm sort of in awe with what they've done with them there. They've gone white water rafting, back and forth to Hilton Head in South Carolina, and to Six Flags Over Georgia -- my father has joined them in the raft, on the roller-coasters, out in the boat -- you name it, he's done it. My mother isn't as agile as she used to be but I'm certain has loved them to death. I am proud of my boys and grateful to my parents for what they've given them.

Here are some photos of their weeks away:

 
Oliver evidently cooked Henry's birthday meal -- steak tacos and all the fixings. My father sent me this photo with the caption: He is really unbelievable.

That's my niece Mary, Henry, Oliver and my mother around the table for Henry's birthday dinner party.

That's Henry blowing out the candles of his chocolate layer cake, my mother's birthday specialty.

And here are the whitewater rafting photos -- my father is sitting directly behind Henry who is at the front of the boat -- pretty spectacular, right?