For my granddaughter Haley:
You’re more awesome than a monkey wearing a tuxedo made out of bacon riding a cyborg unicorn with a lightsaber for the horn on the tip of a space shuttle closing in on Mars while ingulfed in flames ~ I would tell you in person, but your spaceshuttle doesn’t stop here anymore. ♥
How sad to see them grow up and grow away from you. Being mobile doesn’t mean that grandma will be on the tour. Maybe one day.
I miss her face!