We have returned from the North. Willa's been excited about our "big trip," and I don't think it
We started off driving up to Higgens Lake to drop the dogs off with my parents at their cottage. While driving away, Willa started to whimper about "ArloGreta." When we told her we'd see them on the next day, and that we were going to ride the boat, she calmed down.
She loved the ferry ride to Mackinac Island. She stood still with her mouth open when we docked and she saw a team of horses. And another, and another.
There is a lot that I hope to capture here from the long weekend, but here's one blip.
Jim's dad was kind enough to invite us to join them for brunch at the Grand Hotel. This is why I packed a dress (and nylons). It's a dressy lunch. There was a 5 course buffet with deliciously prepared and beautifully displayed food. While the adults oohed and aahed over the desserts, Willa discovered and became infatuated with... Jello. It was mounted atop wedges of cantelope. She ignored the fruit and when we stood to leave the table, we left behind 8 cantelope wedges. Orange is her favorite.