In Virginia, you don’t go to the river. You go to The Rivah. In my case, you go to The Rivah to visit your Uncle and Aunt–pronounced awww-nt, not ant. My Aunt Jo and Uncle Tom have owned this property since I was in junior high and they moved there full-time a few years ago. The original property had an adorable (but tiny) house and a building where oysters had been shucked. Now they live in a house my Uncle Tom built (yes, BUILT) with a garage guest house where my mom and I stayed with Cooper.
Cooper wouldn’t look for any of the photos, but mom and Jo look great. It was so wonderful to see family on this trip! It’s hard being so far from them all. I somehow missed taking photos of my Aunt Patti and Uncle Lew, who live on a horse farm near Williamsburg, and also Uncle Tom, of blueberry waffle fame. (He made us a great breakfast, though not waffles this time.) Jo and I did our trademark whirlwind shopping trip and found some great things for me and for Cooper and the boys AND Rob.
I hope sometime we can go back with the boys and enjoy The Rivah. Until now, I just have memories.