"Tim, we've got some pretty active grandchildren. I just suddenly am very afraid that one of them will run up against the side of it and get some gruesome injury."
Normally, when I stay stuff like that, Tim tells me that I am ridiculous. But he looked at me, and I looked at him. We studied the building. I was headed out on a trip to see Dylan and Brittani and Iris, but while I was gone, Tim dug up another window he'd bought at Lowe's on clearance a long while back. He also bought another sheet of polycarbonate. The idea of it must have scared the mess out of him as well.
It was a nice day, and we worked steadily. Towards 3PM, the temperature dropped sharply, and the wind began to pick up. We were so close to being done, but we knew that rain was coming, so we packed it in. We are hoping to be able to get back up there tomorrow afternoon to enclose the peaks. Then we are done.
I had such a nice visit with my kids and little Iris. Last time I went, my big fear was that she wouldn't remember me. This time, I didn't worry about that part of things at all. I knew that she would remember me. She was delighted to see me. We sat companionably on opposite sides of my dish of yogurt.
She dipped her spoon in and popped it in her mouth. "It is so nice to eat our breakfast together."
I said, "It IS nice. I love it."
Probably 3 or 4 times during my stay, she just stopped to give me a spontaneous hug around my knees.
When you go to Dylan and Brittani's, you eat well. Dylan smoked a chicken. Brittani made a delicious soup from the left overs. We made homemade fettuccini for shrimp scampi. We played cards after Iris went to bed, and we talked.
It satisfied my heart.
We planned the next visit. I will head down in June so that they can have a date night for their anniversary. Iris is already excited for her date night with grandma.