Who doesn't love a weekend with Nana! It was so good to see the sassy minx and I'm not gonna lie, I kinda wish I could go back. Like right now.
When Perri and I got off the plane and walked to the car rental desk, I realized I had no idea where Nana lived or how to get there. I have gotten so used to these trips, to getting in the same Hertz Nissan and driving to the same house, that I hadn't allowed myself stop to think that things have changed. I have been in denial since my last visit in January. Nana moved and now lives in an assisted living community. So of course I knew where she lived, but I didn't have an address or directions. The only bit of information I had was what she had given me on the phone last week: "You make a right, and then - I hate to say it - you'll see something that looks like a cemetery, and that's where I live."
Luckily her neighborhood looks NOTHING like a cemetery because I think I would have lost it right then and there. She immediately sensed my discomfort and kept saying things like, "It's not so scary, right?" and "See, I'm not so old." Oh God, I am starting to sob as I type this. Life is moving too fast. I just want to slow it down and sit with Nana for awhile.
I wish I didn't have to come back.
But I did, and for now all I have is photos, so I will share some with you.
Nana and I in her new home. Doesn't she look great?
Delicious desserts by my very talented baker of an aunt!
World's cutest baby (other than Perri in her heyday, of course)
I hope and pray that I will have many, many more Nana tweets to share with you all in the years to come.