This happens every year. It's like a tradition. They hold hands...count to three...
Then stand there.
Then they do it again.
This is SUCH a tradition that I knew I didn't even need to worry about taking pictures on the first "jump".
But, I did have my eye on Mike who was walking behind them. Knowing him so well (and knowing what my own dad did to us...and what I would have done...) I had my camera ready and my mouth shut and just waited...
It's moments like these that we walk away thinking, "Parenting is AWESOME!"



It's hard to believe these two are the same cuties in your profile picture. I thought Mike was going to jump in behind them - something Grandpa Dan might do.
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