No love letter today.
Just a love drawing.
Last night while reading through the last of the love letters to my parents, I came across this drawing of their home in Waverly, Louisiana. Our then 6 1/2 year old son and I spent several weeks the summer of 1990 with my parents out at their home on Joe's Bayou.
In October of that same year, "little J." drew this picture:
I love the alligator and canoe and even snake in the bayou.
What about the bench out in the backyard?
And that railroad track across the road! How many times did that train whistle wake us?
This is the Google Map snap.
And this is Joe's Bayou.