He wanted to stay with her many mornings and afternoons.
She spoiled him but he loved it.
John was carrying the bucket for Maw Maw as she was picking peas.
She was showing them how to open the peas.
John kept tasting the peas and then spitting them out on the ground.
Today, I received an email with this picture.
John's peas had taken root and grown under Maw Maw's swing.
Sweet reminder of those special weeks.