My mother and I have spent the first half of May with my daughter’s family in California. Hubby brought us up here so we could come to our granddaughter’s fifth birthday. At the party my mother was surprised by my nephew who attended, bringing along mom’s new great-grandson–for their first visit. Needless to say, she cried.
Hubby had to go back home for work after almost a week. Mom and I got to stay. One nice thing about being a writer, I can take my work with me.
Mom is 87 and was a little apprehensive about making this trip. We go home in two days, and she tells me she’s glad she came. After all, here we get to enjoy the important things in life–like my grandchildren, and her great-grandchildren.
My granddaughter adores her GG (her name for my mother, which stands for Great-Grandmother). They play dolls, enjoy tea party and have the liveliness of conversations.
I’ve had a great time visiting my daughter, son-in-law and my beautiful grandchildren. The extended visit has allowed me to bond with our two-year-old grandson, who’s shy. I’ve always been close to our granddaughter, who never seems to forget us, even though we don’t get together as much as I would like. When I go home, I will miss telling her stories at bedtime. I never seem to read to her–but make up stories, with her as the star character.
I managed to get some writing done on The Ghost Who Wanted Revenge, the 4th book in my Haunting Danielle series. When I go home, I need to wrap it up and send it off to the beta readers and then the editor. It’s currently on pre-order at Amazon.
The photo was taken this morning, me and my grandbabies.