We're home, full of hugs and smiles and good memories, with the tug of Grandbabies and too-grown-up young ladies last remembered with sticker-books and Barbies, and now memory-freshened in fancy dresses, holding bouquets and standing oh, so still in their places in the Atlanta sunshine. Even the littlest, in a wee tie and vest, carrying a DAWGS football filled with petals, was a bit subdued for a few moments, and then we all just burst with joyful cheers and laughter and hugs and smiles, as our new daughter took our name and came to grace the family.
We're travel-logged with the miles, as filled with glad memories as these bursting laundry bags and suitcases standing to be emptied and put away til next time.
And so---to the work, with a happy heart and the kvell of a bright new presence to bring her charm and intelligence and beautiful sweet spirit into our son's life, and to us all. We hope to bring her as much joy in the years to come.
And moire non,