Mackinac Island/Chx Venetian Trip Part VII

Monday, July 28 - our last day in Charlevoix!

That morning, Nana surprised Will with a new beach chair. 

Pleased as punch

Brian's mom is incredible. I don't know anyone who works so hard or gives herself so fully for the people she loves. When you walk into her kitchen, she sits you down and serves you up a wonderful meal. She makes you feel like you deserve a break, even though you know she's been working herself to the bone, but she really makes you feel like she is DELIGHTED to serve you. She makes you feel like NO one and nothing is more important to her than you.

When we visit, she's got a kitchen filled to the brim with food, a freshly made up bedroom for us and the kids, a cheerful smile and all the latest news, and usually, presents for the boys.

(In fact, when Will sees a picture of a present, he says, "Nana,")

I tell Brian this a lot: I hope to one day be like his mom, but until then - I'm just not. So we need to just appreciate her for all she is - just a one-in-a-million person.

I'm really bummed I don't have ANY pictures of her with the kids from this trip. She was bummed that she had to work so much that weekend, but she held and hung out with the kids as much as she could.

After lunchtime, we swung by the library to say goodbye to Nana, then stopped by Michigan Beach one more time for Bo and Will to stretch their legs.

  

  

Daddy and Will played in the sand for a while again. The weather was a bit warmer today.

  

  

Daddy and Will on the enormous slide!

Will wasn't keen on going alone. Thankfully, he's got a fun dad.

Lake, on the other hand, is fearless!

  

  

  

I don't remember much of the ride home, except that I thought Will had to poop but he really didn't. Barrett cried a lot of the way, but he'll grow out of it.

The next morning, as I was unpacking (see mess below), Will began playing his xylophone in a brand new way. The glockenspiels in the parade!  He was remembering the marching bands, when I pointed out the different instruments to him. He was so proud of his new skill. 

  

  

This was our first year at Venetian, and I LOVED it. I told Brian that I want to come back every year. He said, Okay!