Last year, when we went to Maryland, I figured this out.
Going back this year just cemented that feeling. I tried to talk Blake and/or Brandon into coming home with us. They just laughed at me. Blake finally told me that school starts too early here. I'm sure that's all it is. Hey Blake-if you move to Georgia you can already get your learner's permit! I could buy you a car? Or at least let you drive Mr. Jim's car? Please? PLEASE?
Her feet didn't touch the ground the entire time we were there.