Granny and I attended a wedding on Catalina Island this past Saturday, and since our 8th wedding anniversary was late last month and Granny's birthday was Monday (happy 39, old lady!), we decided to stay over a couple of nights. We checked in at a bed & breakfast, and had more than two days with no children. Can you imagine?
Not once during our trip were we awakened to the sound of kids fighting over the bathroom or fighting over the last of the milk for their cereal or arguing with us about their chores. In fact, when we awoke that first morning, Granny and I both thought something had gone terribly wrong. The smell of coffee wafted up from downstairs. The table was set with fresh fruit and granola and yogurt. Someone came in and served us poached eggs. Later, that same person vacuumed our bedroom and cleaned our bathroom. Was this heaven? Was it hell? We couldn't be sure.
Eventually, we gave up trying to understand and settled in to enjoy the sights.
By the last day, Granny and I realized something was missing. We wandered in and out of the little shops, relaxed with coffee in a courtyard cafe and drank a few Pacificos while gazing out at the Pacific Ocean before we figured out what was wrong. No Granddaughter. No deliciously edible cheeks. No playful smile and twinkling eyes. So we hopped on the ferry and went home.
Postscript: Can you believe it? An entire post with no pictures of The Granddaughter.