My mom lives in Iowa. She is grandma to my tiny man (and my daughter who is visiting her dad for the summer). When I had a small window of opportunity to fly her out here to Colorado I took it. The connections that grandparents share with their grandchildren is not something that we can change. It is inherent. We took a trip to Rocky Mountain National Park and had a ball. She had never seen the mountains in such vast appearance. It was about time. She took more pictures of me taking pictures than anything else! Haha. She leaves today and though we will both be happy to be back to our regular routines, there is a sense of sadness that can't be ignored. I've already tried to convince her to move here. Maybe one day!