We left Bill’s picnic mid-afternoon to make the two-hour drive to Longview in time for a second picnic at Lake Sacajawea Park, where the bulk of Aiden’s extended birth family would be gathered to welcome him back into the fold.
“Are Grandma Ada and Grandpa Rolo going to be there, too?” asked Aiden. He was practically vibrating with excitement in the backseat as we neared our destination.
“They’ll be at the picnic,” I replied, “but they won’t spend the night with you. You’ll be sleeping at Grandma Rosa and Grandpa Anton’s house. Most of the people at the picnic won’t be part of the sleepover.”
“But some of the kids who are my cousins will sleep over with me, right?”
“Right.”
“And next time I visit them it’ll be to sleep over with Grandma Ada and Grandpa Rolo?
“Right.”
“And the picnic
