I walk in the door with no knock as usual (they were expecting me, i didn't want to shock them) grandpa sitting in his chair looked up at me with the usual 'hey! there she is!' He looked good yet thin while sporting a sophisticated white beard and alpaca sweater. Second looking over at my aunt jenny who is visiting sitting in the other chair. A comforting sigh that some things really don't change. Went down to say 'hi' to my mom and she also was sitting in her usual spot but just like i was visiting for the weekend got up and hugged me, of course a longer hug than normal but after a few reassuring moments she let go happy I was really home. Grams walked in the door finished with her volunteer shift at the hospital, so typical she never stops, gives me a hug and kiss and then has to change out of her uniform. :)
We sat around and watched the Red wings game on TV (they lost). They razzed me a bit about my 'future' plans asked me about North Korea, the typical questions. Grams went to bed early, Aunt Jenny got out some Calder's ice cream, spoiling us already. I sat there on the same couch I've sat on a million times, looked at the same wall paper and felt comforted.
Picked up Christi late that night from the airport, the gang together again. Grandpa mixed us up in the morning b/c he wasn't up when she got in last night.
Smiling to myself every time I hear grandma and grandpa arguing about silly things, embracing all the moments. Giving grandpa as many hugs and kisses as I can, watching bits of war movies, and the telethon featuring moody blues, falling asleep on the couch with the TV on, knowing that he's sitting right over there in his arm chair.
Although I always talk about how good change it, I am definitely comforted by all the things that are the same at 369.
