This morning, my nephews, sister and parents flew home to Texas. There will be stories, and more photos, but I will have to fit them in between work, and sleep, and cleaning… lots of cleaning.
Last night, just after dark, Paul and I walked my parents, my sister and our nephews down the street to their rented minivan. Reed marched along between me and Melanie, each of his warm little hands in one of ours. Together, we counted, “one-two-THREE,” then Melanie and I swung Reed up into the air, landing him, giggling, a couple of feet farther along the sidewalk. Max, walking slightly ahead, hand in hand with my mother, wanted in on this action, too. After a moment of fussing that he wanted his mother’s hand, Max settled for mine. “One-two-THREE!” Two little boys swung up into the air. The five of us made our way along the sidewalk, the women walking, the boys flying, all of us laughing.
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