memories – Life With My Sister

My father is not a saint, a ghost nor an angel

He had jokes, always It’s been a year this week since my daddy left this earth to take up residency inside his mansion in glory. I love to laugh at the thought of anyone thinking Bob Skutt is dressed like cupid, Casper or flying around in angel wings. Y’all, Bob, isn’t fluttering about watching overContinue reading “My father is not a saint, a ghost nor an angel”

Ode to Summer 2015

Henry learned how to ride a bike this summer while he stayed the night with just Papa. Nana was on a trip and we had gone to the Tim McGraw concert for the night. We were so excited to get back to Papa’s house to see it! Henry lost his first tooth and learned toContinue reading “Ode to Summer 2015”