Montana Breaks My Heart Again
This past weekend I packed up a bag for Grrr and I and we drove to Montana to visit Pop and Granny. Brian needed to stay close to home for work, so it was decided that he and Little M would have a “guys weekend” while we went to celebrate Pop’s birthday. I lucked out and Grrr slept over both passes on both trips. The worst part of the drive was how incredibly gorgeous the scenery was. It was a strange sort of torture to be treated to such majestic winter beauty and to not have anyone to share it with.
Grrr missed his brother, but flourished under all the undivided attention — hamming it up and talking like I’ve never heard him talk before. We ate great food, went sledding, built a tabletop photo booth for Pop’s one-of-a-kind sales items, read through some family genealogy books, and before we knew it we were packing up to head home.
Leaving Montana is hard every. single. time. I was born and raised in Washington state, but Montana has my heart.