Last week, we spent every spare moment with my 90-year-old grandmother who came all the way from Texas, along with my aunt and uncle, just to see us.
It was a memorable treat to take my grandmother to our local apple orchard, made even more special by the fact that it was her very first time picking apples (apparently they don't grow many apples in Houston!). This was followed by a lunch of fresh seafood, eaten outside right next to the ocean. This gave Grace the opportunity to show her great-grandmother what happens when you hum to a snail (it comes out of its shell). How often does a 4-year old get to teach a 90-year old something new?



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