Lincoln Log Love

This Christmas my Dad picked up these Lincoln Logs

for Ella. I know that sounds pretty normal, but it's not.

I can't remember a time that my Dad ever handpicked

a gift for my Mom or I.  He always gave me more than I deserved 

growing up, but this is a different kind of man I see more

and more of lately that shows me the effect

grandchildren must have on a man and his heart.

 I can't help but guess that he was having fond memories of my Grandpa

Nick when he bought these. This was one of the toys that I remember

playing with in Grandpa's floor on a Saturday, and when Dad would come

to pick me up he would get down and help me finish whatever it was

I was trying to build as Grandpa looked on from the kitchen.

So, Ella and I finally broke these out for the first time tonight.

What do you think of our sweet frontier cabin?

I forgot how much I loved Lincoln Logs.

Wow, I started this post just to show a quick picture of

what I built with Ella. I didn't intend to get all emotional

over Lincoln Logs. It's funny what triggers a memory.

Thanks, Grandpa Jay.