“Yes, sweetheart. Grandma Betsy called this morning.”

Dave wrapped his arms around both of us. “My boy’s finally joining the big kids’ club. All the cousins running around like maniacs… you’ll love it, sweetie.”

The drive to White Springs took two hours. Timmy chattered the entire way about swimming races with his cousins and the treasure hunts Betsy supposedly organized. His hair caught the sunlight streaming through the car window.