Grandpa Said Some Bad Words

We made it safe and sound to Durango, Colorado, and it so far has been awesome. We did our normal thing—we went to Schoolhouse Pizza for dinner and the usual happened… we waited almost 2 hours for our pizzas to be done. For some reason, that seemed to be a bit odd, but whatever… it was great!

So the long journey started in Anaheim yesterday. And since then, the winds have been attacking us left to right, right to left, front to back, back to front… Jeeze!! It was terrible! Driving was a hassle, especially since we had all of our luggage on the top of the van. And today, when we were going through the Navajo Nation, dust was EVERYWHERE…

Everywhere, I tell you.

It was almost like driving through fog, but it was dust and dirt. The wind nearly knocked me over when we stopped for lunch today at Burger King. The funniest thing happened! There was a random donkey in front of the restaurant! Haha! :) And out of nowhere, a huge bus of Italian tourists pulls up and they start yelling and laughing and yelling some more—just the way I like them. Lol :)

I’m proud of our van :) she made it all the way up the mountain. She’s been good to us. And now we’re home sweet home away from home with my grandparents. I was especially excited to see my grandparents because it’s been awhile and I was surprised to find out that we were opening presents tonight. That was really cool because all but two were for me. While we called it celebrating Christmas in July, it was more of a graduation gift—a lot of graduation gifts.

And the best one of all was the one that my grandpa had for me especially from him. Eleven years ago, I spent a long amount of time with my grandparents and we were joined up by what my grandpa calls the child from hell: Samantha. Apparently, on the way home, she was making my grandpa mad and he said something bad. So I wrote him a note that said this:

Our Jurny
Our jurny has been good
But grandpa said some bad words

And I gave him the crumpled up paper that had these words and asked him to throw it away. But he didn’t :P he kept it all these years and he had it framed for me and he gave it to me today. He had tears in his eyes before I even opened it and he made me cry, too. I read it and had to laugh but I couldn’t because I was crying and we were hugging and I was crying… Did I say I was crying?

Anyways, it was emotional and my grandpa kept telling me he can’t wait to see me grow and he can’t wait to see what happens next and he can’t wait to watch me grow up… And the whole time, I was thinking about how he’s really sick and how he probably won’t get to see any of that… And that makes me extra sad… That’s what really made me cry. I would never tell him that, though.

I love you, Grandpa! Very much.