My Dad, Jett & I flew back to Wichita last weekend for my Grandma's 85th birthday.
It was a quick but wonderful trip although we did have some flight problems. I'm truly annoyed with United right now, but we managed to make it in only a few hours late. Even our luggage got there on Friday, although quite a bit later then we did. We were still able to enjoy almost half of Friday, all of Saturday & almost half of Sunday with my Grandma.
Jett loves & misses everyone back there ~ especially Grandma Great ~ although she's not quite the football player that his cousins are. He played with all of the Great Grandkids. He was the youngest of the bunch but he gave it almost as good as he got it. I had to explain to the preschool that all the bruises all over his legs were from Kansas tackle football & not from me :)
It always makes me sad when I come home & know that we won't see everyone for a little while, but it is comforting to know that Jett has a great relationship with everyone there. I always show him the pictures, he talks on the phone to Grandma Great & to Aunt Debbie & I just really try to make him feel that they are very close & in our lives. It's only miles, after all, not distance.
