This past weekend was the best kind of weekend. Another grandchild weekend. This time we traveled to Virginia where my grandson Brian lives. Yes, he lives with my daughter and son-in-law. But frankly, we don’t go to see them, we go to see Brian. 🙂
Because it’s the summer, we decided to take Amtrak to Virginia. We took the Long Island Rail Road to Penn Station, which is where we get on Amtrak. Since they are doing track work on the LIRR (can anyone say #summerofhell?), we gave ourselves plenty of time to get there. Penn Station has a multitude of food shops, so we walked around to pick up lunch for our Amtrak ride. I’m not in NYC that often, maybe once or twice a month. Whenever I go, I walk past the Magnolia Bakery in Penn Station to see if that day is a peanut butter cupcake day. I love their peanut butter cupcakes, but I’m never in luck. It seems they only make them on days I’m not there. As we’re deciding where to pick up lunch, we pass Magnolia Bakery and I did a double take. It was peanut butter cupcake day! The only thing better than seeing a grandchild is seeing a grandchild and eating peanut butter cupcakes on the way to see him.
We got to Virginia at 6 and baby Brian was excited to see us. We hit up Chick-fil-a for dinner (do you see the pattern of non-healthy eating here? No judgement please, it’s grandchild weekend). Saturday was spent watching Brian is walk all over the place. We don’t get to see him as often as we do Luke, so we soak up our time with him. Elaine has to tear him out of my arms so he can nap.
The weekend was over too soon and we arrived home Sunday night. I have soap orders to ship and a private soap making class to prep for, but I don’t mind the extra work late at night. I miss him already. This week I’m grateful for peanut butter cupcakes and my grandchild weekend. And I’d give up the peanut butter cupcakes if I were able to see him more often.
What are you grateful for this week?
Yours in Gratitude,