It's a solid and exhausting 12+ hour trip when you trek from the Maritimes to the Mountains to see your grandchildren. Unfortunately, that means you are exhausted when you get there - before you even have a chance to say hello.
When I got to Vancouver this time, David and I stopped at their apartment to drop off my luggage and have a snack. Then, we walked over to the park where Linnea and the kids were playing.
It was amazing to see their little faces light up when they saw me and to have them come running toward me on fast moving little legs yelling for all to hear, "East Coast Gramma... East Coast Gramma!"
After lots of welcome hugs - the joys you can't get when you only have webcam visits over the internet - they went back to their games, stopping frequently to make sure I was watching their antics.
Isla is the brave one - at two she will courageously (and nerve-wrackingly) climb any obstacle and hurl herself down the tallest slide with no fear!
Mattias, at three, is more cautious, preferring to check things out carefully before committing himself to a kamikaze run down the tall tunnel slide at the playground.
Needless to say, with much to explore and to show to ECGramma, the walk home was a long and winding trail. No surprise, the short-legged members of our party were quite tired by the time we got back to their apartment. But, a refreshing bath, some supper and a couple of story books read with great drama by their Mum did much to settle wee minds and bodies in preparation for a good night's sleep.
Come to think of it, it worked on me, too!
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