Matthew and Kerry picked us up at the airport at 3:30 am and right away we drove to the Long Island Beaches. Mom and Dad were waiting with open arms when we arrived at the beach house at dawn. What a happy reunion that was! Noah was ready to get out and play with Grandma and Grandpa after his snooze on the plane and in the car a little. The rest of us slept in for the morning.
Our time at the beach with Kerry's family was a real treat, but admittedly a big shock as well. Coming from cold, cloudy, dirty, impoverished Lima, straight into the apparent perfection of Sag Habor and the Hamptons was especially difficult for me (Laura). It was absolutely wonderful to be there with family, to relax, and make so many precious memories together, but it was just SO different from the world we now know. (I'm happy to share more of the cultural challenges I encountered - just shoot me an e-mail.) That week we rested, went to the beaches on the ocean and the bay, had lots of tasty meals with family, and met a large part of Kerry's family. Grandma and Grandpa were such a big help and were delighted to wisk Noah off to play at the bay, in the yard, or go on excursions together. It gave Michael and I some good times together to process transitioning back to being home. Being the end of my first trimester, I was just beginning to get over my food/smell sensitivities, but was still tired and not a very willing chef in the kitchen. So, THANK YOU Mom and Dad, for doing so much cooking that week for us and bending over backwards to make our transtion easier!
The week flew by and on Friday, we all crammed in the car (Mom, Dad, Michael, Noah, and I), with all of our bags, and TOYS that Grandma had brought for Noah to have at the beach (c: We arrived in Arlington in the afternoon and Noah right away wanted to see Jaz (Michael's parents' dog). Little did he know how many more surprises would await him at Grandma and Grandpa's house!
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