Let's pretend I posted this in March, OK?
We had such a nice visit with Lynne, who flew all the way from North Carolina to see us and Bob Dylan (or vice versa). The weather was incredibly beautiful. We went to Saturday Market and Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden.
Silas especially loved visiting with Lynne and held her hand at every opportunity:
The morning after she left, he asked me, "Way-er Wynne?" I gently reminded him she had flown back to North Carolina, where she lives, and that we would see her again someday, but not for a while. I added, "You really liked seeing Lynne, didn't you?" and after thinking that over a moment, he replied, "I be 'appy, and Wynne be 'appy wif me."