A visit to DETROIT and Comerica Park!

Hey Mom and Dad... do I look ready to go to a Tiger game?

Dear Mom and Dad…

Today my Mommy called, all the way from the land of sand, and we were in the car.   As we entered a parking structure in downtown Detroit mom’s call faded away, and we could not call her back, and she could not call us back… so sad.  We were going downtown for a special day.   Aunt Arrianna, who back on June 9th… (if you want you can check out my love letter from June 9th) graduated, was finally able to celebrate her accomplishment with her family.   For her graduation celebration we went to a Detroit Tiger baseball game.   It was so much fun, and I was absolutely wonderful.   Here is my day for you to see.  We all had a very nice visit at Comerica Park, and I got to meet the team mascot, Paws.  I was so good, and by the time we got back to camp, I wasn’t even tired.   I didn’t fall asleep in the car, and was so happy.   I think Aunt Arrianna had a nice graduation celebration.  Nana, was thinking about you and daddy, they had fighter jets fly over head prior to the start of the game, and during the Anthem, she wished so badly  it were you holding me, at the ball park, until it made her cry.   She thought about how Aunt Arrianna is starting college in the fall, and how proud she has been to be able to say she is a mom to all of her kids.   Nana knows this is very hard for you, and that you miss me, more every passing moment, but today, was a day where Nana was reminded about how TEMPORARY, things are… it used to be Aunt Arrianna who would not sleep, who kept Nana up with some sort of mischief… and and now she is grown.   In a few months, it will be me, keeping you and daddy busy… so busy that serving in the Army and a war… will seem like a walk in the park.   Nana is getting me ready… she says tell Momma, she is teaching me all kinds of things to keep you and daddy busy… (just kidding).   She is holding my hand until you get home!  What seems like forever, Nana says, will pass, and be but a moment… as has the time she had with all her daughters, and son.   It seems like a moment in time… and before she realized it… everyone grew up on her.   Counting the days until we see each other is hard… but in the big picture, this trip to the land of sand, is but a speck of time in our lives, and WE WILL get through it…   CLICK ON MY PICTURES!

Another weekend at Camp Nana has passed.   I had a spectacular day.   I hope you like all my pictures, and remember, I love you both very much.  Until I write tomorrow, please know I am your LITTLE MISS ADORABLE, your daughter,

Let me tell you what I see out this window...

Guillianna!

By Lisa

Grandchildren make all the stuff your kids put you though worthwhile.

4 thoughts on “A visit to DETROIT and Comerica Park!”
  1. Hey angel,

    Wow what an exciting day, and it must had been fun to play at the party with such a big stuff animal. I’m glad you enjoyed the day, and that you got to go see the game. You’re so cute everyday with all those outfits, you really are a princess. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the same outfit more than once, it must be a dream come true for any girl to have that. You’re always adorable and the most precious little girl ever! Thanks Nana and Poppa for taking her out today, it’s always great to hear all the things she gets to experience.

    Love,

    Daddy

  2. Hi Guillianna,
    WOW! You sure do write (type) well for a 7 month old. I’m so impressed. This post was exciting to see because I was THERE while you posed for the pictures in your pretty black polka-dot outfit. Stay adorable! Maybe you could let me borrow some of your clothes sometime?

    -Kristin

  3. Hey Ms. Kristin, It was very cool to hang with you and Paws…. I hope you had fun, and so does everyone else here at Camp Nana. We know it’s a zoo here…. and Mr. Griff, well he says sorry about the slobber… as far as my clothes go… ‘any time’ as long as you let my Aunt Allyssa have those awesome sandals… See you soon, Love Guillianna.

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