Finding Willie

Seems as though we have all spent a sizable portion of our lives looking for Willie. When he was only in the crawl stage he would hide behind the sofa, under the dining room table, or, really, inside a kitchen cupboard. Later, always in 'scamper' mode, he would hunker down in the hemlock tree where we couldn't see him. It wasn't even easy finding him among the other second-graders at recess on the playground, and once, at the mall, he super-scared us by curling up in the center of the round sweater rack at The Limited.....for 10 terrifying minutes.

When in high school, he was THAT good that we had trouble following him on the basketball court. A few summers ago we stopped to ask how we could find Willie at the Rockbridge County Young Life camp. A young man in a beat-up red truck told us, "That there's the best camp in Virginny. Anyone who don't like that camp.......jist slap 'em silly 'long side the head." Not much later we found Willie and he was in camp heaven....no slappin' necessary.

Just last week we drove to Newport News, Virginia, turned at the sign that said Christopher Newport University, and walked into the magnificent library. We settled on a comfy couch and......waited for Willie to find us.

As his grandmother, let me say this:

If you are searching for hug therapy from a tall, slim, handsome college junior, it has ALWAYS been worth the trouble to find Willie!