July 20, 2012

Dearest Diary,

Today was another early rising, but a much needed visit with Grandmother at the Lincoln mansion. Although her memory fails her quite regularly, I was ignited by her familiar spirit. She has always been the sort of girl who could not be made to retire. Her energy for that sort of life has not altered in my estimation. With each new visitor she wished to rise though is not perhaps in her best interest to do so.

We then continued our journey east and are to call on my aunt and uncle in the morning. Although the trip thus far has been most rewarding, I eagerly await the rest I shall receive at the Spanish inn where we have made arrangements to stay. In no time at all I shall return to you on the morrow.

July 18, 2012

Dearest Diary,

I regrettably note the hour this evening as I anticipate such an early rise tomorrow. We are to fetch a carriage in no less than four hours and yet I have not spent a single moment in my dreams. That is a typical behaviour of mine when it is the eve of an highly anticipated event. I can rarely recall an Advent when I have not pined late into the morning hours awaiting Father Christmas. This evening I do so at the joy of seeing my Grandmother on the morrow. I miss her so and eagerly desire to be in her company. I wish I could be so more often. She is the sweetest of grandmothers one is ever to know, and yet I have not had the proximity to her that I have desired since my youth. When I was a child, she was a day's ride to the west. And as a maiden, she is even more distantly to my north. I envy those of my cousins who have had her company time and again and are able to visit her with greater frequency than I. For a brief moment, I too will have that blessing, on the morrow.