Meeting Uncle Jeremy

This past weekend, we had a very special guest in our house - my Uncle Jeremy, who lives all the way across some big pond in a place called England. I still was feeling a bit under the weather, but I am a good hostess, if nothing else, so I was sure to wait right by his bedroom door until he woke up on Saturday morning:

On Sunday morning after brunch, my Pa and Uncle Jeremy took me for a ride in my car, the Fiat. It perked me up a bit. I was too busy looking out the window in this picture:

Here's a picture of Uncle and Pa when they lived in Italy. Uncle Jeremy looks like he was about my age:

Thanks for coming to visit me, Uncle Jeremy! You're welcome any time.

xxoo,

Sadie