My parents moved out on Monday. I think leaving after a 2 month stay qualifies as moving out, right? It really was a nice visit we had with them. The kids loved having their grandparents here. The first thing Jackson said when he got off the bus after school was "I wish Grammie and Gramps were still here." And Clara has walked into the room in which they stayed several times since they've left with her palms face-up by her ears uttering a questioning "hmmm?" sound. It's as if she's saying, "What has happened to those two magnificent people who used to live in this room for, oh, as far back as I can remember? They slept right here in this bed and they used to kiss me goodnight every night, greet me after my naps, take me outside for walks, share their blueberries with me in the mornings, eat lunch with me on the back porch, read me lots of books, sing ring around the rosie and fall down, hold my hand in the car, grant my endless requests for crushed ice from the freezer, humor me my 'need' for lotion and chapstick, and basically just adore me. But now this room is empty. Where did they go?"
Knowing my dad I'm kind of surprised he didn't construct a life-sized cardboard cut-out of himself to leave in the bedroom.
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Thank you my darling daughter for telling only the wonderful things about our visit. No more 9 p.m. ice etc.! XXOO Ma
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