Do you remember your first kite? How watching it soar up, up, up into the sky was mezmorizing? Thats exactly what I saw in his eyes.
This year for Easter Big H recieved his first kite from Nana and Papa. He was VERY pround of his Buzz Lightyear kite. Nana and I took the 3 boys over to the park and taught H how to fly it.
The Wind was just perfect for him to fly it on his own. Mr. Independant.
While H had got some tips from Nana, aka our Kite Expert, Little H ran around not really seeming to care about the kite yet and cousin S sat and was H's captive audience.
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