Thursday, November 17, 2011
We didn't do a whole lot during our trip to Virginia. It wasn't really a vacation so much as it was just a trip to visit my dad and some of his side of the family.
The agenda? There wasn't one. We pretty much flew by the seats of our pants, and spent a lot of time doing a whole lot of nothing, which was nice.
When we woke up on Friday morning, we were still pretty tired from getting in late the night before, so we lounged around in our pajamas until Nora went down for a morning nap--at which point WE went down for a morning nap, too.
Awake and (a little bit) rejuvenated, we all got ready and made the drive out to my grandparents' house to visit them for the first time in four years. It's crazy how that much time passed since our last trip down, but hey, it happens.
My grandparents were thrilled to get to meet Nora in person for the first time. They've seen tons of photos (my 83-year-old granddad is on Facebook, how cool is that?), but it just wasn't the same.
We visited my grandparents all three days we were there. On the last night, my granddad said how photos just don't do Nora justice, which I thought was very sweet. It also made me really sad, because I know that it could very well be another year before we make it back down there again. Knowing how much Nora will change in that period of time--it's heartbreaking knowing all that they'll miss. My dad misses a lot, too. It's terrible living so far away from family!
If you live away from your family, how do you handle it? Especially if you have children?