Sunday morning the temperature was 45*. My children froze at church and most of the following week. Okay, they did fine in a hoodie, and I was very comfortable in two sweatshirts and Meg's coat.👧 The weather is not the report here, the love of family is.
Molly and Kate love each other so much; they roam from anut to uncle gathering all sorts of attention and hugs. Molly loved Aunt Ashely so much that she wet the bed at their sleepover. You're welcome.
Eddie engineered this little home in mother's home -- look at his smug face.
All sorts of games happen in that perfect room.
Millie and Maddie were loved my Melijah. They are the best hosts, and those girls loved that 12 hours gig.
Rain poured all throughout Memorial Monday. Miraculously, it stopped when we went to visit Daddy. They were very reverent and respectful.
Then, Bear Lake happened. We spent the week creating fun and maintaining scores of children.
I felt so sorry for the children that came to the pool in groups of two. At least four cousins your exact age is the perfect place to love and be loved.
Nice Grandma Kim prepared all the food, so the stress was minimal and the hype was maxed.
These girls attend that same on-line acadamy. They talk everyday and knew just how talk every second.
Ryan followed Jace around. Depite the fact that Jace is doubled in years, Ryan shadowed him every second. Ryan sure misses Andy, and Jace filled that void so perfectly.
That merry-go-round only threw off one child and only one barfed. That's quite a record considering the hours they played.
Meg joined me in the loft. We exercised together everyday, and we just talked about everything.
We filled the entire hot tub.
Andy made is Wednesday call, and it was so sweet to hear him interact with Meggles.
Shade seekers.
Sun bathers.
They're living their best life.
Thursday night I was fevered, so Friday morning we drove home 12 hours. That was a very long drive. Ibuprofen saved me, and I was so blessed that our travels were safe. Coming home to Austin is always the best ending.
Good ol', Ed. We were ready to be a family again, but family is sure the closest thing to heaven.
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