
One morning of Presidentās Day Weekend Lady Kitty climbed into bed with meāin my bedroom at my parents house where we were staying and wherein I lived as a teenagerā and cuddled up to me and wrapped her little leg around mine.
āWhen will it be morning?ā she asked.
āIt kind of is morning already. Itās just very early morning.ā I said
āWhen will it not be early morning?ā she asked quietly. āI see a little bit of light out thereā, she continued. It was six oāclock.
āYouāre my sweetest Sweetheart,ā I said.

āLake is your sweetest son,ā she directly replied.
āDuane is your sweetest Dad,ā she went on.
āNana is your sweetest Mama.ā
āLetās go downstairs and see if Baba is there.ā He was!

A perfect day! Iām 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.














