On Tuesdays and Thursdays, the three of us carpool into town.
My daughter, granddaughter and I.
On Tuesdays I drive, and on Thursdays I ride with them.
Since the weather has gotten warmer, we've started going to a park with playground equipment for a stop on the way back home.
That's me, with my knitting bag, walking beside the grandbaby, who is running toward the play park. My daughter snapped this photo, and made it look all antique.
So much energy!
It's wonderful to be able to watch her growing up.
She's getting taller all the time.
I never would have thought of myself as someone who goes to the playground once a week, until I moved here.
I'm so glad I did.
So if it sometimes seems that I'm not too terribly productive, it's probably because I'm spending time on a park bench, watching a two year old run happily around.
And worth every minute, too.