Home Sweet Home

From Saturday to Friday of this past week I logged lots of miles not only in the sky but on the road and also on the rails.  The neat part of this trip for me was staying in two motels and overnight in one son’s home and two nights in another son’s residence.   This  afforded me the luxury of seeing my grand-daughter marry Brian and witness first hand the beautiful service and reception to follow.  As I danced with the bride and groom and even the grooms Mom I felt exceptionally happy and could not stop smiling.   With tired feet and body,  I relaxed at a local motel and after a leisurely breakfast the next morning I joined my son and great-grandson A.J. for a ride to the pond to feed the ducks.

The following day my son Terry drove me to his brothers home where I spent the next two evenings.  Once we arrived I held my beautiful little newborn of thirteen days in my proud Nana’s arms.   I could feel the tears of joy and my heart fill with overwhelming love for this precious new life that will be cared for by Darrin and Maria.   Her big brother Sam and sister Meg will be her playmates and siblings too.

On Thursday I boarded a train to take me to the far end of Long Island for a surprise visit to Joey (my grandson) who had no idea I was in town.  I checked in at the Albatross Motel and waited for Joey to come home from school.   By the look on his face I would say he was happily surprised!   I am thinking that in another six months or sooner he will bypass his Nana in height.  He will be celebrating his 12th birthday next week and once again “the blink of an eye” is repeating itself, where o where does the time go?”

Friday I am back on the train headed for the Patchogue station where Terry will pick me up for another nights stay at his home and then to the airport on Saturday.

It has been an incredible and most enjoyable seven days in the life of Ms Millie and I am so thankful for all the love and respect of my family.

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One Reply to “Home Sweet Home”

  1. There is nothing like visiting family at “home”. However, there comes a time when I look forward (and I’m sure they do too) to make my way back to my house, my home and once again to my bed, whom I missed terribly. Be it ever so humble….

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