You bet. (Can you hear that? That's the sound of me shaking my head at myself).
Before I go, isn't this the greatest picture of the boys and my Dad? My parents were in town over the weekend and even though they had to sleep on air mattresses and our basement sectional, we had the best time with them. We made ice cream out of a ziplock bag, got a little frostbite in doing so and it was just so great to hear our house filled with their voices and laughter mixed with our own.
As I get older and as the boys get older, saying goodbye to them each time they have to leave gets harder and harder and it usually results in all of us crying. I'm continuously reminded how short the days are and how far the distance feels but I'm so thankful for them, how they'll drop everything when one or all of us needs them. I can only hope I grow up to be half the kind of parents to my boys as they've been (and continue to be) for my brother and me.
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