He absolutely adores my parents, and like any first time grandparents, they are over the moon with this little boy. While we were in Jamaica last week, Vijay and my dad were big time buddies. Unfortunately, my mom stayed home in Michigan as her out-of-town sisters were visiting, so it was just me and the boys- which, of course, Vijay loved.
My dad is probably the happiest guy I know- he whistles around the house, always has a smile on his face, greets everyone with an enthusiastic, "Hey gang!" and is always up for playing games. Vijay seems to sense this- and therefore wants to be around his grandpa all the time- playing in the pool, sitting on his lap during meals, climbing the stairs to his bedroom to pound on his door at 6am- he couldn't get enough.
The transition back home from this vacation has been tough- and I have been feeling a bit blue. I guess I am questioning why we can't live close to my family. As much as we love Providence, it just doesn't seem fair to have to endure time apart, and the distance that separates us. I am curious- how did you choose where to live? Have you ever considered moving back to your home state just to be close to family? Was it a difficult decision, a sacrifice? Or was it a relief to be back near the support of family? My thinking on this subject changed when I had children- my wanderlust was cured, and I immediately realized just how wonderful it would be to live right down the street from my amazing family. After wanting to escape Michigan for most of my middle and high school years, I am now realizing it's not about the place, it's about the people.