It’s always hard to leave him now….he doesn’t live within driving distance. He lives thousands of miles away in what seems like a foreign land. A land where the sun doesn’t go down half of the year. A land of vast mountains and moose that stroll down main street. And now it’s doubly hard because there is two of them. There is another one that I instantly became attached to. That my son became attached to. That my husband adored.
But while they were here, we laughed and danced and bickered. We drank coffee and ate. Like we always have. Like what brothers and sisters should do. We couldn’t be more different from one another. In more ways than we can count. But on the other hand we are eerily similar. Also in more ways than we can count.
And I’ve talked about taking people out for pictures in horrible weather…well my family is no different. It was raining and hailing and my son was screaming and shivering much of the time, but it was worth it.
Until next time big brother…..
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