A Time for Family

Several times over the last three days I have been reminded of how precious family is.  Last week, husband and I decided that since I am off for Passover break (a week and a half!), I should take the girls to see my grandmother.  The drive will be a minimum of 5 hours, depending on crying one year old, potty breaks for 3.5 year old, and caffeine for me. 

My grandmother, the last of all of my grandparents, is 91 years old.  She asks me during each of my weekly phone calls about the girls and is terrified that she will not ever see them again because she cannot travel easily (though she offered to fly here to drive back with me.  Sweet kind woman that she is!). 

I am not taking the trip for myself, even though I deeply love my grandmother and want to see her.  I am not truly doing it for her, though I think she believes that I am.  I am taking the girls on a road trip by myself for my girls.  They deserve wonderful memories of their great grandmother.  They deserve pictures of her with them.  They deserve to be spoiled rotten by her.  Most importantly, they deserve HER!!

My grandmother with my big girl, D, at her baby naming.

My grandmother with BOTH of my girls celebrating her 90th birthday just 3 weeks after Little L was born.