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Memorial Day weekend family trip

Willow, Che and I are heading up to Georgetown for Memorial Day weekend and to celebrate her birthday with her Mimis, Papaws, aunts, uncles and cousins up there. The weekend also will give Che much needed rest and relaxation from the grueling few weeks she's put in at work.
The folks up in Kentucky haven't seen Willow since she discovered she can get up and walk around to her heart's content (she even ran a few paces this morning at the park, trying to get a very reluctant goose). Willow is going to turn the house upside-down, and she's going to terrorize the ducks out back, I can guarantee you that.
But I'm sure the big highlight of the weekend (other than the toys and clothes bestowed upon our yearling) is going to be Willow's time with her cousins Rett and Bristol. Rett's a fiver now, and Bristol has calmed down from the ferociousness of her terrible twos, which is to say she's a sweetheart.
Bristol is the closest in age of Willow's cousins; therefore, they're going to be the bestest of buddies, I presume, and I'm sure they're going to team up on poor, old Rett. But all that is in the future. For now the trio of cousins is going to have a grand time on the water park Mimi and Papaw will have assembled this weekend, a small-kid-sized and watery island of pools and slides.
Then there's going to be the lake and the yard and the balls and the toys and the chases and the giggles. And there's going to be the cake and the birthday and the anniversary (Beth and Jeff) and the cookout and the lake swimming. And maybe Che and I will peel away and go see a blockbuster movie.
It's going to be a grand weekend. A Memorial Day weekend. In the grandest Americana style. And I'm going to love it.

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