It was a good visit. However, the day after they arrived back I started feeling under the weather, and by that night I had a full-blown cold--a scratchy throat and cough, a stuffy yet runny nose, watery eyes, and a hacking cough. What a bummer!
Grandbaby Jay is not quite three months old. He hasn't had his first cold yet, and his parents were understandably anxious to keep it that way. So the babysitting dates that were planned got cancelled, and I was careful to stay far away. It killed me not to get my share of baby cuddles, and I felt like joining in with Jay when he cried.
This morning as Brian and Nicole put their luggage in the car they handed the baby to Tony, who got to get in one last set of hugs. In the middle of his Grandpa time Jay looked over at me, smiled, and blew some bubbles my way to show he was thinking of me, too.
At least that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Five years ago today: Out With The Old