It’s been over a year and a half since I’ve seen my grandson Alex, who turned 3 in April.
I can think of nothing I’d rather do than share the next few days with you as we get reacquainted and fall in love all over again…
The first 200 miles
Old Glory flies high and
Gas prices do too
140 miles more before we leave the high cost of living in the Northeast behind…
The layover at halfway
Storm on the horizon
One who is thankful for the break.
345 miles to go for sloppy kisses…
Water, water, everywhere…and not a drop to drink!
Oh…and a windmill, of course.
300 miles more to giant hugs from little arms
Tooling down the Blue Ridge Parkway headed for the home stretch
Silos and Barns growing out of the Corn
Crackin’ the Barrel on every corner!
200 miles and we pop the top and pull the cork.
The Kudzu Climbs
The Gas Prices Fall
And the Caverns are Cavernous
100 more to their front door.
The first hello is always shy…but give him time, our little guy.
Next thing you know they’re playing ball
Basketball, football, soccer and all
Running, shooting, fetching, “no fair!”
I’m goin’ swimming…hop in gram, we’ll share.
So ends the first day…worth the trip and worth the heat.
Stay tuned for the next installment…getting down on the trampoline then popsicle parties and bubble magic.