My grandpop,
Hudson's great grandpop,
invited Hudson and his travel companion/best friend/keenest minder Yvonne to visit.
On Feb. 10, the pair flew to Sea Island Georgia.
Grandpop had planned, probably months in advance, the logistics of the visit: a car-seat loan (a remarkable fete in a community of retirees), rallied friends to help, and readied the pantry with applesauce and juices.
(Grandpop has always loved logistics.)
On the Friday after they'd left, Grandpop used his weekly email to share his glowing report with the family:
Hudson is a mature 10-month-old boy - took a step here; looks like Chad and Chad's father; is strong, sturdy and a happy child - really a joy to me and impressive to the friends to whom we proudly displayed him.
A few days later, this follow-up:
I doubt I have expressed adequately the pleasure of Hudson's visit and my pride in such a bright, determined, engaging great-grandson.
To a great-grandpop of 92 who hosted a 10 month old, and a 10 month old who gave a great-grandpop such great joy.
C - just reporting.
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