This weekend, it was just me and my gals. Instead of staying at home, we drove 4 hours to Powell, Wyoming where my grandparents live. It was wonderful to spend a weekend somewhere where I wasn't worried about my carpets being vacuumed, the laundry getting done, or dinner getting on the table. Once and awhile, I've discovered, we need to leave life to find what life is all about. My girls had a ball being with grandma and grandpa Grape. (When I first introduced my children to their "Great" grandparents, they thought I said "Grape", and the name stuck.) And I think my grandparents had a good time too.
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