My grandfather spent the whole time napping, and my grandmother looked through issues of Vanity Fair and Hello! magazine that she had borrowed from the library. After the first hour, she fell asleep, too. They had made this four-hour bus ride twice in one day to support me. This is a sweet memory for me. I felt like we had just spent hours playing Frisbee at the beach. A sunny, warm, cozy kind of love. I didn’t feel it often, but once in a while it would hit me. I loved them.
