With one day to spend, it was my plan to concentrate on a family get-together with Glen and Karen Littlefield.
As it turned out, Front Royal was celebrating crafts and wine and I was celebrating seeing my “adopted” daughter, Karen, after a separation of six years. Glen, their daughter, Sherry Lynn, and granddaughter, pretty Penny, arrived in the new touring car, a Mini Cooper.
Grandpa patiently removed and adjusted the car seat for Penny, who adores her grandfather.
Downtown was mobbed; the locals were having a good time. The food booths enticed us with crab cakes and chicken on a stick, but no one was hungry just then.
I loved these shirts but knew I’d never wear one.
The Get The Hell Up coffee gets to the point and made us chuckle.
There were games of chance and drawings and a couple of good bands playing music.
The sun was bright but two year old Penny was a trouper all day.
We repaired back to the Moose Club for a long lunch and played catch up with each others lives. The quilts we haven’t finished. The braided rugs we both made. A dream coming true for them, working toward building a new log house on their lot. The joy of grandchildren. Looking forward to retirement and travel. And, all to soon, we had to say goodbye with regrets that we see the people we love not often enough. We took pictures. Karen and I, with me squinting against the bright afternoon sun.
Sherry and her mom. Sherry’s sister, Kelly, was unable to make the trip with her two year old son, Adam. Having two so close in age is like babysitting twins, Karen quipped.
Jim took a group shot and then everyone piled into the Mini Cooper and returned to Bristow. For me, visiting with family eclipses everything.