What a treat we had today. My 93-year-old grandfather and my aunt and uncle came over for lunch. They live in Wisconsin; a long way to come for lunch. They put us on their itinerary for the way home from visiting my cousin in North Carolina, and it was a lovely few hours spent together.
When Eliza saw my aunt working on her quilt, she ran and got her knitting. Nothing like some intergenerational handwork.
Eliza, whose veins are fed by people energy, closeness, conversation and touch, especially in the company of family, was in heaven. She did her best to talk them into staying the night, and when that didn't work, was content to soak up what she could.
Ani, who is still young enough that we go through the web of connections every time we see extended family - now, this is this cousin's mama, and this cousin's grandmama, and mormor's sister, and Big Papa's daughter - all based on what family she saw most recently, is usually a little slower to warm up. This is also family we usually see in the presence of more great grandkids, which are an understandably delicious distraction, so it was really wonderful to see her quickly open up and enjoy them today.
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