I squeezed in a short trip to Arlington, TX this week. A few weeks ago my granddaughter, Georgia, sent me this text:
“Hey Nana! Looks like the Dallas Wings play the Las Vegas Aces at DFW on June 15th”.
It didn’t take long for me to consider, research, determine,,,,
…then I said, “of course! Let me figure out all of the parts.”
Plans made. Time to go.
We enjoyed a 48 hour feast of presence. Of dining. Of Starbucks runs. Shopping too. Hanging out. Listening. Storytelling. Cheering.
Laughing. Recalling, Remembering.
Georgia met me at the airport on Sunday morning. Jack, my grandson, returned me to the airport 48 hours later.
In those 48 hours, we dined on Tex-Mex, Breakfast/lunch combo, pizza, Starbucks (repeatedly), and ice cream.
I had my own escort service. Either Georgia or Jack picked me up at my hotel, or brought me back. Wherever I wanted or needed to be somewhere, all I had to do was ask. I could get used to this.
I caught up with their lives. Just listening about how they spend their time at work or at play. Hearing what gives them joy. Or Angst.
I met the new cat. I hung with the dogs.
Then it was time for the game! I love women’s basketball!
WNBA basketball. Packed and loud.
Forty-eight hours later it was time to say “I’ll see you when I see you! Thank you for everything! I love you SO much!”
Indeed.
Oh, I’ll be back. For sure.
Cometsgirl 