Moving in the right direction

Since I very first became a grandma and since I very first started this blog, I've bemoaned the fact that I'm a long-distance grandma. That Bubby lives 819 miles away. Has since the day he was born.

This past weekend, though, that's all changed.

I'm happy to announce that over the weekend, Bubby -- and Megan and Preston, of course -- moved. Closer. They no longer live 819 miles away, no siree. My beloved desert dwellers now live only, get this, 815 miles away.

That means Bubby now lives a full -- according to Google Maps -- FOUR MILES CLOSER to me.

Yes, they moved just across town. Yes, they still live in the same zip code. And yes, at this point, 815 miles might as well be 1,000, just as 819 miles may as well have been 1,000.

But on the other hand, being a glass-half-full kinda gal, I figure closer is closer.

Say what you will, but we long-distance grandmas take solace wherever we can find it. And right now, my solace is found in the fact that my grandson -- and my middle daughter, her husband and my soon to hatch Birdy -- live four miles closer to me than they did just days ago.

That, my friends, is clearly a move in the right direction.

Today's question:

What's the longest distance you've ever driven to visit a loved one?