the best parts of my visit with my grandparents:
watching a chick flick on the plane with Dad and him laughing more at some things than I did.
seeing Grandma cry as she got out of the car to hug Dad.
two goats living in an old house 200 feet from the swanky retirement home.
Grandpa's garden.
eating rhubarb with Dad.
Grandpa trying to lead me through the men's locker room just to show me the tiny pool.
"HOLY CHRISTMAS!"
Grandma complaining that her new bras were like unibras and that she'd rather just get pasties.
hearing Dad call, "Goodnight Mom. Goodnight Dad."
car shopping with the cheapest (but wealthiest) Grandpa in the world.
buying 5 lotto tickets and only getting one number right.
the market.
cutting coupons from the Sunday paper with Grandma.
the food (boiled dinner, smoked turkey, whoopie pies).
Dad trying to spell whoopie pie and saying, "W-H-O-P-P-E."
realizing how blessed I am to live in the same house with my parents, while my Dad lives on the opposite side of the country from his.
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