Lowe's has become a well used word around here and a place we go. Often.
I've always loved the place because that's where my vision (or our vision) for a new room, a new piece of furniture, or new floor begins the journey to becoming reality. :)
It's often even a place we end up at some point during our dates.
Let's just say that we have LOTS of Lowe's receipts.
Joy used to dread hearing that word. The word Lowe's was enough for her to decide she was staying with Grandmama and Pop. Over time though, she's become resigned to the fact that it's our way of life and she and Luke make the most of riding the blue carts in the most creative of ways. She takes her notebook and pen for writing; and she even makes a few plans of her own while there from time to time. I would even say she may even like it a little now.
I think Colt, the older he gets, is beginning to appreciate Lowe's. I could very well see him going there alot in the next few years.....with plans of marriage in the not-so-far-away-future.
But our youngest has heard that word from his beginning of days in this world called the USA. Luke loves Lowe's. Absolutely loves going there. He asks when we get ready to go somewhere (especially with dad), "we going to Lowe's daddy?"
Here he is with his "truck" all loaded up headed home from Lowe's.
When he gets home with his goods, of course he has to unload it all. Just like daddy.
And of course, all that work calls for a snack.
I think he's practicing...... so some day, he can build stuff for his mama! :)