My Papa

A few weeks back my Papa was in town visiting his other multitude of grandchildren and great-grandchildren who live in Houston and my sweet Aunt Vickie brought him on by to see us. He was formerly known as Big Papa since my dad is Papa Wayne and Zach couldn’t say it all. Now they are both just Papa. And everyone seems fine with that.
Zach is wearing the Easter shirt his Granny Marsh made for him and the bunny ears he made at school. The only way we could get him to smile and stop stone-facing the camera was to say “cheese pizza!” which you can totally tell he is at the end of saying in this photo.
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