The Village Press: Surprise!!!!

It's Grams and Papa!!

On Church Street? Are you kidding me??

They thought we were just going out for ice cream...

Which worked out nicely because there is nothing better than a scoop shop dinner after a 15 hour travel day to surprise your grand kids!

This was, hands down, the best dinner ever! Poor grams and papa waited in a Detroit airport ALL day waiting to get here to Vermont. The delay was excruciating, but the sweet arrival was worth the wait.

This was only the beginning. There were baseball playoffs and recitals to watch, dinners to enjoy and board games to play, and tons of hugs to give and receive!

Mark and Jan were such sports...

coming from the heat of the desert to what felt like a winter's day; they smiled the whole time. Poor Noah and his cub mates swung their bats in the drizzly rain and chilly temps. Despite the rain out in the 3rd inning I was glad that the Witt seniors got the chance to cheer for their cub and cub friends!

Way to go Noah!

Noah's team did amazingly this year. His coaches were the nicest group of guys and the boys were so supportive of each other through every play! I am so proud of Noah for putting himself out there and having a great time! Can't wait for next year.

Now this weekend was the big DANCE RECITAL and I was so glad to have Jan with us!! I am just not the best recital mom. Organization is who I am, but when it comes to these things I get terribly flustered. All the dates and times, rehreasal's and costumes send me into a spin! Jan has some pretty amazing history with these events seeing that she was a dancer herself and her daughter Melayn, my sista, is a very talented dancer as well! Phew!

Pre-show hair and robe wearing.

Oh Gabrielle, my little dancer. This was your fourth recital! I am so very proud of you for getting on that stage and smiling so big. You are a beautiful dancer and we all love to watch your performance!

Well, some of us muscle through it...

Mr. Witt confided in me that he found his place in the audience, during all those sister dance recital years, quite painful. I look at Noah and see just that.

Grams and Papa made it fun though!!

Upon arriving backstage to pick up my wee dancer and deliver her to her awaiting fans she looked slightly sullen... Mom, all the girls have flowers...

Little did she know!

Jr. Witt brought quite the bouquet for his sister. What a darling he is...

That is me. Mom dancer. Relieved that all went smoothly for darling daughter on her big day! And dad, terribly proud, doting dad!

On a side note, I must share... I was feeling a tiny bit overwhelmed in the moments before the curtain opened. Mr. Witt had brought the flowers in to the theater in their water container. I threw a fit and made him take the water away so they would not drip on dear Gabi post dance. He did as I asked and got caught in the rain. The lights went down and the show began. I whispered an apology for being ridiculous.

And his reply:

I would do anything for you.

It struck me like a bolt of lightening.

I cried.

We did it Goosey.

You danced and I watched and it was a

great year!

PHEW!!

So thank you grams and papa for being the special people that you are. For coming to our village town that is so very far from your desert one. The four of us could not love you anymore. You were loads of fun and great sports. And thank you for all the little in between things...