Grant came to see us last Friday. He’s been the only kid at home since Adam left (which I can’t even comprehend since I can’t remember being alone with both of my parents very often growing up).
Anyway, a couple weeks ago we formulated a plan for a long weekend with Grant. He flew himself across the country (again, the first time I flew alone I was 22 and married. He is 16.) and I swung by the airport after work to pick him up. While walking through the terminal I saw a pair of brothers, one big and broad and the other less so and for a split second I impossibly thought it was Adam and Grant. Hard to not miss Adam these days.
Anyway, it was wonderful to see Grant and I almost couldn’t believe he was really here! We headed home on the metro. We had a few minutes before our dinner reservation, so we went out to play tennis. Grant has become quite the tennis player since the days when his racquet was as big as he was. While we were walking to the courts we saw a groundhog! I’m accustomed to the bunnies we have everywhere in Virginia and even the occasional fox, but a GROUNDHOG? It almost didn’t look real, but it turned its little head and waddled underneath a nearby shed. Perhaps it is his home?
We drove over to Founding Farmers by way of Sports Authority so Jason could pick up his newly restrung racquet in anticipation of playing with Grant the next morning. Grant and Jason had the fried chicken and Jefferson doughnut, while I had my first burger in a looong time (but not my last of the weekend).
At 5:30 on Saturday morning I ran two (point three) very dark miles to Dani’s house. We met up there, then did 16 miles together. The run was tough for me for two reasons: 1. I went to buns, hips and thighs on Thursday night and 2. I went to another weights class that turned out to be almost all legs on Friday at lunchtime. My legs were dead. Our clock time didn’t reflect it, but I felt like I was really slowing us down. We survived, though, and I went home for a quick shower, breakfast and a little lounging before joining the boys at the tennis courts.
We went out for frozen custard and I returned my library books. Then we all took much-needed afternoon naps before heading into the city.
I’m glad the Nationals were in town for Grant’s trip. He has been to more Bees, Orem Owlz, and BYU baseball games than any of the Pullan kids, but hadn’t yet been to an MLB game. (Also, before we go on, can we talk about how cool his hair is?)
Our seats were pretty good. The best part was that we could hop over the backs of them to procure food, which we did after about the fourth inning. I’m glad baseball exists so I have a reason to eat a polish sausage with onions and peppers every once in a while. Jason also picked up some butter-slathered pretzel bites, which we all enjoyed.
Coincidentally Adam went to his first MLB game last week too. I guess it was Faith Night at the Orioles, so they let the missionaries go. I’m sure my dad is proud.
One unexpected bonus of our outing: getting home was a dream. Usually it takes a while and we spend forever crowded on the platform with a zillion other people. Not so! We got right on the first train and made our transfer with no crowds at all. Awesome.