Some days it feels like home here, other days we feel like outsiders. But, we're trying to become a little more egg-like each day: white on the outside but yellow in the middle.
Monday, May 4, 2009
the Missouri crew
Our one regret during our Stateside time is that we didn't make it to my grandpa's farm. Between our fall travel schedule and Trinity's arrival, we couldn't make it to central Missouri. BUT, my grandpa, aunt, and cousin came to see us last weekend. And get this, Grandpa flew for the first time in his life at age 83!! We were so proud of him and honored that all 3 came to see us! My dad called Southwestern Airlines ahead of time to notify them of Grandpa's first flight, and they announced it on the airplane before take-off. I hope I'm that open to trying new things at 83.
Grace kept saying last weekend, "He's MY Grandpa."
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2 comments:
what an amazingly sweet grandpa! i'm glad Grace to got meet him... that truly is special! :)
Your Grandpa is amazing to fly at 83!
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