All good things must come to an end and my week in Missouri has come to an end. It’s hard to grasp how excited I am to get there and then, just 7 or 8 days later, how my heart breaks saying goodbye to them. This is the time of year when I have no idea when I will see them again. Chad spends all his free time hunting during the Fall, and then comes Winter when snow and ice can really screw up my traveling plans.
One thing for sure, that girl does not go anywhere without George. He is one very loved little monkey. And she is one very loved little granddaughter.