This grandma (and grandpa) relished a visit to Washington, D.C. with one of ours. We crammed as many new experiences as we could into four days.
We were eye witnesses to Sam's first cab ride and time on the Metro. He licked his lips after his first crepe, nibbled at a buffalo burger. He piloted us through loop-de-loops in a flight simulator.
Together we were awed by the White House, hoping to spot an Obama family member. (Somebody left the White House in a short procession of black SUVs, but we don't know who.)
We toured the Capitol building, and Ford's Theater. He listened carefully. He had his photo taken standing where MLK stood at the Lincoln memorial.
Grandpa-the-historian fed Sam snippets of information and answered his questions.
I think bits of history now ricochet around his brain like balls on a pool table. Eventually he'll place them in the right contextual pockets.
All of Sam's maturity, curiosity, energy, audacious auditory memory, and mimicry were ours for those days.
We are so blessed. Our adventure has woven our lives more tightly together.
I wish all of you Nanas, PawPaws, Mimis and Gampys some of the same!