Home again, home again, jiggity jig

Aaaaahhhh, good to stretch the legs.  I just drove 6 hours from Atlanta back to Sandestin without stopping.  I really should stop and stretch and move about, as it is healthy for so many reasons, but once I'm on the road, I just want to keep going until I reach my destination.  And there aren't any great places to stop from Atlanta to the Panhandle (through Alabama.)  The drive is easy and pretty, but nowhere fantastic to stop.  So...............

I'm home.  It's q-u-i-e-t.  Ahhhh.  I know I'm gettin' old when after about a week with my son and his lovely family, I have had about all I can take of the kids' TV shows, dog barking, kids' volume voices (kids do yell, scream and shout you know...whether in fun and laughter or tears and squabbling....)  It pains me to think I can't block out noise like I used to when I was younger and I dearly, dearly love visiting Pat, Kate, Madison and Cayden.  But I guess that's just the way it is now. 

I am getting o-l-d.  Period.

But I feel so grateful for my son, his wife and my grandchildren!  They are so good to me when I'm there and I always have fun.  So many memories of good times.  And tomorrow I will miss them already.

From 2007, but the only one I have of them all together on this computer's hard drive: