Monday morning, Grammy and I decide to take my kids to Savannah, Georgia. Within the hour, Grammy suggested we take Quincy. I hesitated. I didn't want to upset Galway Girl and I thought it was too much to ask of his parents. But Grammy convinced me to try... because it's nice for The Kid to have a brotha.
His parents said yes.
By lunch time on Monday, I had two boys jumping up and down with excitement and the rumour of one girl crying to her mom.
By 4:00pm, Pop-pop called my mother (yes... Pop-Pop CALLED, actually used the phone) and told Grammy it just wasn't fair not to take Galway Girl. We just HAD to take her with us. It was too sad for him, she would not see an ocean. So I made another phone call....
And just like that, my van would hold 2 adults and FIVE children... on a 15 hour road trip to Georgia.
Truthfully, there were moments since Monday evening, where this felt like a completely ridiculous idea.
All until this... Watching them run towards the ocean, all but one child, for their very first time?? A totally irreplaceable moment.
Bondie Beach and Mona:
You betcha your aunt is feeling VERY guilty.
I've maybe already bought you a souvenir.
If only the van was bigger...