Dailey Men

Yesterday, Eric's dad stopped by to drop off his fall harvest. He is not a farmer by any means; but he's a guy who always knows a guy. Near the end of every summer, his house is overflowing with crops and butchered meat. He went on a little road trip yesterday, stopping by four of his kids' houses, pulling out bags and bags of fresh corn on the cob and coolers of steaks and roast.

He didn't stay at our house very long (he had deliveries to make), but Sam was just delighted to see his Papa. He showed him around his bedroom, complete with big-boy bed, and engaged him and Eric in a spirited game of catch.

For a few minutes, they watched some highlights of the last Vikings game. I couldn't resist taking a picture of them. They really do look alike. If Eric eventually grows into the person his dad is, and Sam turns into Eric, I would be a happy and blessed woman, indeed.

Just a couple of guys watching the game.
My past, present, and future - sharing a couch.