Even though I wake the boys at 6 am, we cannot seem to get going. It is well after 7 am by the time we have packed the car quietly so as not to wake anyone and filled the gastank at the local Sheetz station, grabbing some breakfast before heading out. Kiel takes a shortcut that takes us an extra hour to undo, but at last we are heading north in a furious attempt to beat the holiday traffic.
I have no desire to sit on the blacktop parking lot waiting for all the trucks and RVs and boat to clear. We purposely take Route 15, two entire roads over from the infamous beltway that I know will clog in a heartbeat. Even so, we encounter slowdowns until we have cleared Maryland and manage to get into Pennsylvania.
Once more we listen to the The Lost Books CD's, caught up in the suspense, the mystery, the conflict. At least it is not raining, as it did for the last leg of our trip down. Monsoon season, I think they call it. Navigation becomes especially demanding after dark.
Sugar is sad to leave such a fun place. She refuses to stay in her little carrying crate, jumping out at every opportunity. We muddle along, making decent time. I am tired though, and Kiel ends up driving the entire trip. We arrive in time to turn the car in just before the deadline. Tomorrow I must open the library and step back into normal routines.
I already miss my girls. Who will pat my cheek with sticky hands? Who will climb on my lap and let me kiss them while they squeal with delight about "sloppy kisses" and laugh so hard they fall over? Who will play hide and seek or dance in twirling circles while their beautiful dresses fluff out in swirls of air until they are so dizzy they can't stand up?
Oh, yes, I will miss DJ and Shannon too. But especially my darling grand daughters. Sigh. There is no help for it. I will simply have to visit again and soon!
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