Conversation, camaraderie, laughter, hugs. Lots of hugs. It’s hard to say what aspect of the weekend is most precious.
Three girls in the hot tub, being eaten by mosquitoes, but enjoying themselves nonetheless.
Grandmother-granddaughter trip to the, heartbreakingly empty, bookstore.
Mother and daughter working together in the kitchen.
Did I mention hugs?
Time passes too quickly, of course. But we’re oh so grateful for what we’ve had.
At some point today, they’ll head home—all of us wishing they could stay a bit longer.
The cadence of everyday will return.
Until next time.