I've always been incredibly close with my grandparents and absolutely love spending time with them. One of my favorite things was our morning wake up routine when I would stay at their house. (and quite clever on their part, I must say) When I was little I would wake up at the crack of dawn. Every. Single. Day. At my grandparents house I would stay in bed even after I woke up, listening very carefully for my grandpa's special morning whistle. Once I heard his whistle I would run down the hallway and jump into bed between my Papa and Grama for some early morning visiting. Papa's whistle still makes me smile, all these years later.
I won't get the special whistle in the morning, but I will get a lovely breakfast and day two of a fabulous weekend with my grandparents, kicked off with a fabulous jazz concert in the park tonight.
Friday, August 7, 2009
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Sounds like a fun week-end and a fun childhood.
What a great memory! Hope you have a wonderful visit! Thanks for always stopping by and checking out my posts!
Gramma Ann-It was a fabulous weekend! (and my childhood was pretty great too)
Carrie-Thanks! And you're welcome, I love your posts. I just wish I didn't keep falling so far behind in my reader! Have a great week!
That was a good idea! and a very sweet memory.
Yaya-Thanks! I think it was too. It gave us a really special thing, and at the same time ensured that the adults weren't woken up at all hours of the morning. A win-win all around.
That sounds great. Mine are long gone but my favorite times in the summer was staying at the lake with Granny and Grandpa when I was a kid.
Enjoy yourself.
Trooper-Thanks! That sounds like fun times. :)
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