A Sunday Morning Phone Call

Today I talked with Georgie on the phone. He told me they were moving back to Florida on Wednesday. He's going to miss grandma, Uncle Steve, Uncle Chuck, Aunt Max, and...me. I love that. He made sure to let me know the pool isn't blue, or even green, it's black because the man didn't take care of it, so he'll have to fix it before Georgie and Sarah can go swimming in it. The pool is at their house in Florida. The house is currently being rented, but my brother plans on reclaiming it as soon as he can. Georgie's most excited about having his own room again with his own bed. Aunt Barb, Sarah puked last night...twice. She woke me up. He and Sarah have been sleeping on the same air mattress on the floor in the den at grandma's since they moved to Pennsylvania in March. I guess those two things alone explain why he's excited about having his own space. Aunt Barb, you wanna sing a song? He loves to sing with me on the phone. Old MacDonald had a farm EIEIO and on that farm he has a dog, with a woof woof here and a woof woof there everywhere a woof woof, old MacDonald had a farm... How's that Aunt Barb, what do you want to sing now? I choose You Are my Sunshine which is usually the song I sing to him, mostly because he knows it and will sing along with me. But also because when I need to be cheered up, all I have to do is think of him, my own little sunshine, and it makes me feel better. We finish the song. I love you Georgie. I love you, too Aunt Barb. I love you more! I love you to Florida, Texas, Pennsylvania, and New York! Wow - I wonder where New York came from? He must really love me if he's including states he's never lived in before. I'm going to squeeze you to pieces, kiss you all over, and tickle you the next time I see you baby. Will you swing me around, too? Yep! Aunt Barb, don't hang up I'll be right back. Okay. From afar...Aunt Barb, I'm brushing my teeth....I'm almost done.....don't go anywhere....okay, I'm done! Are you there Aunt Barb? Yep! So, I guess since you're moving to Florida, I can't take you to Kennywood when I come home, huh? Nope, I guess not. Maybe the next time you come and I'm here we can go. Maybe. Aunt Barb, it might not be open when that is though. Yeah, it might be winter, and Kennywood's not open then. Hmmmmm....well, will you come visit me in Florida? Probably baby, but I'm not sure when. Hey Grandma, what you got? Can I have one? And before I know it, the conversation's over - no I love you, no I miss you, no goodbye, just my Mom laughing as I lament how quickly he gets distracted and dumps me without so much as a by your leave. Hmph!