GIRLS' NIGHT IN

The days blended in, the weeks rolled around, and before we knew it, our daughter Rina’s extended visit was about to end. After 5 1/2 weeks back home, away from the new home she and her husband made in Los Angeles, there was just one more thing we needed to do. After barely tolerating 11 months of virtual visits while awaiting safer travel since COVID-19 lockdown, we needed a "girls’ night in."

Before Rina’s arrival in June, I promised her and our two-year-old granddaughter Solly that we would have a sleep-over with the permission of Solly’s parents. With everyone on board, my plan came to fruition the night before Aunt Rina headed home to Uncle Eric, who left a week earlier to return to work on the set. Rina and Eric both worked from home on their trip east, but, well, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end.

So, after a family dinner, Rina and I bathed Solly and came downstairs to have her say goodnight in her jammies and slick wet hair before we read her a book and put her down for the night. It was cathartic to have her with us on the final morning of Rina’s stay. Like a ray of sunshine, she woke her adoring aunt and stayed by her side as she packed up and got ready for her day of travel to L.A. It’s not only a fun memory. In the end, it’s a constant reminder of what is right with the world.

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If you were wondering about the title of this blog post and if the apostrophe is in the correct place, I checked. Funny, you can find anything on the internet these days. When I came up with the thought of a “girls’ night in,” I wanted to make sure that the wording was appropriate.

Not only did I have correct wording and grammar, but the perfect gift for our 31-year-old girls, Rina and Dena. See below.

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