All a board!

We bought a cardboard playhouse awhile ago and it stayed in the box, waiting for its day.

Like the refrigerator box my dad carved into a windowed playhouse eons ago, remembered forever, it was a total hit. Parker and his three cousins loved it. (Their moms and other grandmother were here for their cousin’s wedding.)

He called me Gramma. He scrolled through pictures of himself with various family members on his grampa’s lap, taking particular interest in his Great-Grampa Hyde, whom he’d last seen at Christmas around his birthday.

He let me snuggle him to sleep.

Then this morning, again, I got blown kisses goodbye from his carseat.

I cannot wait to see them all again. Oh, and, yes, they were checking luggage so I got to send them off with homemade jam.