My husband took my parents to the airport today. I was brave and didn’t blubber too much as they left.
We had such a nice visit. We did just a little touring, and a lot of just hanging around and visiting.
We went over to Virginia to see some of our old friends from the neighborhood. One couple still lives in their same house across the street from where we once lived, twenty years ago. Their daughter (also named Peony) came too, with her two little girls — Hambet was smitten. We all took a trip over to the new Udvar-Hazy Center; Hambet was a wild man until the four-year-old took him by the hand (literally) — the three children were inseparable for the rest of the trip, and as we left Hambet was inviting them to “come to my house!” I wonder how our parents felt to see a third generation of friendship forming.