Paul & I are creatures of habit - we like structure and we like routine. On Memorial Day we go to the Parade in Norwich. Last year Brooke could have cared less. This year, she sat on the curb and waved wildly as the bands and firetrucks streamed by. The picture is from "before" we let her loose from the confines of her stroller. Once she is set free, there is little time to take any photos. Storm - well he just barked and barked and barked.
After the parade, we visit the cemetary. First we stopped to visit Grampa (Paul's Dad) and then Paul's Grandparents, Frank & Dominika. Brooke was interested in the flag at Grampa's grave and then bent to give him a kiss. When we got to her Great- Grandparents' grave she was more interested in the little cherubs on the headstone behind it.
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