Today we drove Grandpa to the airport because he had to go back to New York, where my cousins Nicky and Ava Rose are waiting for him. We had a blast together this past week or so. He held up to his end of the track meet, and because of that, we developed a bit of a bromance.
Have a nice flight, Grandpa. I love you and miss you already.
After we dropped him off, Mommy and I drove up to North Lake Tahoe (Daddy comes up tomorrow) to spend our annual Fourth of July weekend with Gram and Grampa and cousins and friends. I say annual, but for me, everything is just the first edition of what might become a tradition. But considering this has been going on for twenty years or so, I think this tradition is in the clear.
I've been to Tahoe before when it was all white. Now I've heard that it's all green with a big blue lake. Funny how things change.
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