
When I was a little girl, my great grandmother was #1 in my book. I spent hours with her drinking peppermint tea and listening to her stories about traveling west in a covered wagon. I loved my GG and looked forward to the day that I would eventually introduce my daughter to her great grandmother, GG's daughter, an equally as wonderful woman.

Well, that moment came a couple of weeks ago when JC, Bryn and I traveled to Vermont. The entire Jones clan was there to spend the weekend with Bryn. I don't think that I held her for more than 10 minutes at a time all weekend. Even Monnie the dog joined in the the fun. She adopted Bryn as her very own and spent the weekend guarding her and licking her clean/dirty.
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