My Papa is many things. He’s a preacher. He’s a Korean War Veteran. He’s a notary public(just in case you need one). He’s worked at a juvenile jail. He’s worked for Coca-cola. He’s worked as a “bug man”, spraying government buildings for pest control.
AND…He’s the owner of several of those little storage sheds like these:
He’s also the owner of lots of junk to go in those little storage sheds.
My Papa loves to buy all kinds of stuff…sometimes junk, sometimes not. And he will often show up at our house(or my mom’s house) with an unexpected gift.
Yesterday, I arrived home to see an empty box with about 500 parts and pieces on the ground beside it. I had just left a funeral. I was tired. So were the kids. I was hot. And I was grumpy. And I was in no mood to put together something with a million pieces(eventhough I usually love to do crap like that).
But once the kids found out what it was, it was hard not to share in their excitement.
This is what my Papa had bought for the kiddos:
And smiles like these are what made the 2 hours of assembly worth it: