About a month ago my grandmother called up my husband and announced that she had an idea. She really wanted to come visit us, but she no longer flies on her own (at the spry age of 89) and no one was available to go with her, so could she fly our family to her instead of her to our family?
Absolutely!
So she bought us tickets and we started planning. It was a fabulous 4 day trip (that stretched into five, thanks to layovers and delays - that part wasn't so fabulous) that started on a Friday and ended on a Monday Tuesday. This post is about Friday.
We got up at the dark hour of 4 a.m. and made our way to the airport to land in San Diego by 9 a.m. Just in time for an early lunch!
We giggled over sandwiches, took naps, and then spent the rest of the day outside in the breezy comfortable 75 degree San Diego weather. It took Danny about 2.5 seconds to warm up to his grandparents.
While Danny and Grandma Jeanne explored outside...
...I napped.
Grandparents rock.
It was such an easy, relaxing day and we all thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.
Grandpa loaned Danny his hat.
Chillin' with Dad and eatin' a snack.
(No, that stove is not on.)
The house I grew up in has the kitchen, guest room, hallway, and living room all adjacent to each other with doors leading through each one in a circle. When my sister and I were young, we used to chase each other in circles before bed time, with screams of delight until my parents had finally had enough.
Danny and Alejandro must have gone around that circle for about 10 minutes!
Finally, it was time for bed... and well, I already told that story. It was a really great first day there.
