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Oh Sadie, Sadie, Sadie…instigate much?
They may Run the Bulls in Spain…but in Virginia, we Run the Bubbles!
Let the games begin!
The face of ‘catching’ one!
“Hey Grampy…this is hard work.”
“Come on Grampy, it’s PopSicLe-thirty!”
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 Unwanted voyeurs 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 and oh…. 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.