...or rather ONE thing I can never seem to remember...ever.
When we left Atlanta, the leaves were just beginning to blow softly across the highway. I cannot even begin to discribe how I felt leaving. She promised me she would come to California soon. I believe her. She does her best to come to visit often. She always has.
My eight year old great granddaughter and 11 year old great grandson greated me as though ...as though I was someone they knew and had missed very much. Two sweeter and loving children I have never known. Tiny two year old great grandson was shy...but ended up giving me sweet little kisses on my cheek. I hope they remember me ...I hope, I hope!
The thing is...I cannot ever seem to remember to take a camera with me.
Why is that?? I am sad because when I arrived in Georgia I remembered my forgotten camera sitting at home on my desk. The story of my life. WHY didn't I just put it in my handbag?? I am still mad at myself. I don't understand when it was so very important.
Sandy took lots of photo's and has promised to send them to me.
Our stay was wonderful. Her home is gorgeous.
I didn't know that my daughter loves to paint. How could I have not known that?? She has her own light bright studio over looking the yard upstairs.
It was a wonderful visit.
I was happy to get home, of course, but much of my heart I left in Georgia. I wish you could put daughters in a suitcase and bring them with you. :)
I guess that's all I have to say.
Love to all,