Fell asleep before I did yesterday’s post. Boo.
It was my grandpa’s 83rd birthday, so my parents and I went to my grandparents’ house for dinner. Apparently, they did not remember I was supposed to be in town this week, which made my appearance a pleasant surprise.
There was food and lounging and piano playing and only a few questions about why I’m here and when am I going to move back West. I can’t say this enough — I love being home.
And happy birthday, Grandpa!