We headed to Easter dinner at my parents and managed to snap another four generation shot. 2 down. 2 to go.
My Grandpa Hodnett is 91 and still going strong. Well, mostly. He'll ask you 10 times what your name is and every time he's seen Avery he tells me it's a boy name because he has a son-in-law named Avery. But I'll cut the man some slack because although his memory is fading, he's given me some cherished memories of tree swings, dinner mints and backward three little pigs.
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I taught her the waving thing, BTW. HAHAHA
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