I saw her stop midway on the staircase and lock her arms around the banister. She quietly watched all of us. Some were cleaning. Some were packing. Leddy had made up her mind, and when it was time to go, she dug her heels in. She cried. She didn't wanna go.
And who can blame her? I didn't want to go either. The Gregory House at Possum Kingdom Lake is that kind of place. You just don't want to leave.
The three-generation weekend was full of fun, and we missed those who couldn't make it.
Highlights of the weekend include:
An early morning trip to the dock in our pajamas before the rest of the house woke up.
A boat ride.
Lots of tube rides. Lots. And a chance to ski for me.
A couple of swims inside Hell's Gate.
An unsuccessful sunset walk to look for deer.
And a hard goodbye.
When we piled into the car a 6:15 pm for the 200-mile journey home, I was sure those four little ones would sleep all the way home.
Wrong.
Uncles know nothing. They talked the whole way.