Imitation Is The Highest Form Of Flattery

Sophie and I went on a little adventure in March.  We flew to California to see my Grandma in the bay area.  Sophie was a trooper all through the airport.  Loved traveling and everything went really smoothly.  Even better, when we got off the plane she ran to my aunt and uncle and hugged them.  This was their first meeting.

The weather was perfect.  My grandma has flowers and greenery everywhere.  I totally associate the smell with good things.  The first morning I went out to get her newspaper and was inundated with the aroma of the dogwood tree.  I loved going to her house in the summer.  My brother and I spent a few weeks there every summer growing up.  That is one of the hardest things about growing up, not being able to visit as often.

Sophie loves Grandma Penny.  She still talks about her all the time.  She would crawl up in her chair and snuggle her.  She followed her around the house.  Grandma now uses a cane, so Sophie found the umbrella stand and found herself a "cane" and walked around.  It was hilarious, and something you can get away with when you are two years old.  Because it comes from love.  Grandma and I had a great visit, and I always long to go back.  This trip my uncle took us to Tilden Park, which is filled with memories and nostalgia.  We rode the carousel and the little train.  We ate lunch at the club, the same waiter has been there as far back as I remember.  Sophie and I wandered around the yard and looked at all the flowers and fruit trees.  And best of all, Grandma told me stories about my family.  Some things I had never heard before.  I wanted to hear more.  I love our visits and can't wait for the next one.