We spent a few days in Michigan with Jeff's sister and family and it was so nice. I left my laptop behind and that felt... wonderful. I found myself loving the idea of never opening it again, which made me all the more eager to write whenever the time presented itself. Which I guess is now.
On Saturday morning their neighborhood had an Easter egg hunt in the park across the street. It went pretty smoothly despite the gang of plastic-egg burgling squirrels who made off with quite a few themselves. They were ruthless.
When we left, Gray cried maniacally until we reached Ann Arbor, almost an hour from their house- not including our stop for gas and bottled waters where I'm sure the people at the next pump over wondered if we'd kidnapped him. It was that troubling. I guess in the end they didn't want to get involved.
He just didn't want to leave!- he wailsobbed it over and over and over. It started in their house- he had grabbed on to the dresser and then the door frame as Jeff had to physically carry him out. I remember never wanting to leave my cousins growing up. Mostly because it always meant we had to go back to reality, but in Gray's case, I'm pretty sure it mostly was because his cousins have an Xbox.