Sorry, kids. Shades of childhood memories. (The Batman reference, that is.)
Want to guess why?
Because I’ve hopped in the car and driven almost 550 miles to my hometown of Yale, Michigan, to surprise my parents!
For about two months I’ve been discussing this with Barry.
“I want to go visit my parents. But I can’t. We’re going to Georgia. Then I’m going to NYC to visit Kiah in June. There’s no time to visit them. But I want to visit them. It’s been too long. It’s been six months.”
Poor Barry. Every day.
Finally, yesterday, he said, “Just go!”
So guess what I did?
Hopped in the car and drove. 🙂
Yep, it’s almost 550 miles. Yep, I stopped overnight in St. Ignace. Yep, it was a great trip. And yep–you’ve got it–my family was surprised!
I surprised my brother Tim, and his wife, Michele, and their grandbaby, Taylor, first. Holy Surprise, Batman! Michele stared, befuddled, for at least twenty seconds, when she spotted Kathy sitting in her driveway. Kathy was supposed to be in the U.P. What the heck?
Taylor, who had no idea who this stranger might be, invited her for a race. A foot race. To the mailbox and around the cul-de-sac. The stranger thought–OK, we’ll lope easily to the mailbox and let Taylor win. One must let three-year olds win. That’s an unspoken rule. We counted. We took off!
I’m sure you know how this story ends. Aunt Kathy lost in a humiliating defeat. Taylor left her trotting behind with no hopes of catching up. Figures. Of course, I’m sure that’s because it was a LONG trip from the Upper Peninsula to the Lower Peninsula. All those sedentary hours. Must have been.
Then I drove to Yale. Opened the door. Walked in.
My mom answered from another room, “Hello?” (She later revealed she thought I was Karen, another daughter-in-law from across the street.)
She came toward me from the living room. Her jaw dropped. She stared. She shook her head, trying to clear her befuddled mind.
“Kathy?” she said.
Kathy smiled. Holy Surprise, Batman!
“Go downstairs and surprise your dad,” my mom said.
We started downstairs, where he was napping.
“Hello,” I said to the sleeping form.
“Hello,” the sleeping form responded. “Hello? Who is it?”
“It’s your daughter.”
“WHO?” the sleeping form said, opening his eyes.
Holy third surprise, Batman!
“Oh my goodness, Kath,” my dad said, sitting up.
YES! (Surprises are fun.)
We walked upstairs. In walked my sister-in-law, Karen. Followed soon by niece, Keely. Holy fourth and fifth surprise, Batman! We should do this more often, the blogger thought.
OK, Batman (or Robin, or whoever the heck I am) doesn’t have much more time to type. Things are happenin’! I’m visiting my parents. I wouldn’t be blogging at all except for Husband. He said, “Go to see your parents. But here’s the deal. You must blog.” Blogger said, “No, you can’t stipulate that. I might not feel like blogging. Remember the new agreement?” He sighed. He remembered. But the poor man loves it when I blog. Go figure.
P.S. Haven’t had time to take any pictures–except outside the motel room this morning. But you wouldn’t BELIEVE the beautiful haze of blooming flowers and electric greenery everywhere downstate. It’s DEFINITELY spring down here!