One morning of President’s Day Weekend Lady Kitty climbed into bed with me—in my bedroom at my parents house where we were staying and wherein I lived as a teenager— and cuddled up to me and wrapped her little leg around mine.

“When will it be morning?” she asked.

“It kind of is morning already. It’s just very early morning.” I said

“When will it not be early morning?” she asked quietly. “I see a little bit of light out there”, she continued. It was six o’clock.

“You’re my sweetest Sweetheart,” I said.

“Lake is your sweetest son,” she directly replied.

“Duane is your sweetest Dad,” she went on.

“Nana is your sweetest Mama.”

“Let’s go downstairs and see if Baba is there.” He was!

A perfect day! I’m glad all the Sweethearts get to spend the weekend together with NanaBaba, who are such esteemed and gracious hosts, devoted parents and loving grandparents. And then the kids got to stay the week for mid-winter break at the now famous Camp NanaBaba.