Grandma Flew South
In the 11th hour of her arctic adventure,
Her wish to see the Northern Lights boldly beamed across the night sky.
And with that, she gave us all a hug and a kiss, and flew back to Colorado.
Leaving us to spend the day trying to figure out how to get our own ice wings to take flight ...
Still no luck on the take off, yet we feel lifted. Thanks for visiting Mom / Grandma. You are the best.
Even the Northern Lights miss you already.
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