This needs an explanation. This one, after he and Mell’s rec softball game, slumped over and passed out on the way home. We looked into the back seat and instead of leaning his head back, he was sound asleep with only the seatbelt holding him up. Naturally I took several pictures. This was the gem of them all. LYLP.

No matter how long I’m gone, good ‘ol Kville seems to be the same. Bill and Leah’s was still the same delicious, terribly decorated staple. I still loved the dogs just as much. My dad still wears his cheaters when he gets up in the morning with bedhead. And my mother’s green thumb somehow seems to persist even though she has limited use of her left arm. Home is always home. And always good.