The girls and I went to The Dallas Museum of Art on Saturday, Sept. 5, 2009.  It was the first time we'd been there together since the twins were very young; so young that we had a special escort from the people in the blue coats because they were worried the twins were going to touch a painting, sculpture, etc.

Every day, they have a special area for kids.  After going through the four floors of the museum, we wound up in the kids crafts area. 

There was a large wall that had squares of textures on them.  Each person was granted an opportunity to write on a post it note and then attach it to the wall. 

My Grandpa, the late Andy Sheptak of Northern Indiana, an immigrant from Czechoslovakia, an artist, a steel worker, and a source of a lot of inspiration to me, used to take me to the museums of Chicago when ever I would get to the Chicago area.  We had such great times and good memories.  

So I missed Gramps on Saturday.  And here's how I thanked him for all the visits of our own: