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A little history is required to fully enjoy my next series of posts.

When we lived in NC we had a neighbor. She was a single mother with two children and her daughter D. stole our hearts from day one. She was a happy little munchkin we enjoyed spending time with but when D’s baby brother stopped breathing at the babysitter’s and suffered irreparable brain damage, her life changed forever. We stepped in and helped wherever we could, taking her under wing and making sure she still enjoyed the part of her childhood untouched by tragedy. She became the child we never had… the daughter of our hearts, and we love her still.

Fast forward to present day… that young girl is 39 and married with a child of her own. We brought D to Maine with us a few times when she was young and the week after Labor Day 2024 life came full circle when she brought her family to visit the legendary land of lobster.

Meet G.

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And the lobster I gave her at the airport upon arrival, Larry.

G. is a little peanut and the granddaughter of our hearts.

The family stayed at what looked to be a cute little AirBnB on a lake.

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The view was lovely.

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But the house itself was weirdly laid out.

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No living room, a weird staircase and camp like accommodations downstairs.

Though it did come preloaded with a can of beans.

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Welcome to Maine!

Feel free to toot..

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As they’d be spending most of their time with us it wasn’t a big deal, but a tad disappointing all the same.

The first afternoon was spent settling them in, stocking the weird house with groceries and then back to our place for a home cooked lasagna dinner and happy hour in the man cave/Barn Mahal which they all fell in love with.

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Me?

I was so happy to have them here I reveled in the moment and only took one picture.

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