My parents, Danimal, and I went to Atlanta last week to pick up Broseph. We waited and watched the arrivals, along with a few hundred other people. We had some close look-a-likes, but finally we saw him. Dad calmly said, "there he is" and started charging. I threw both hands up and yelled JOSEPH, then I charged toward him too.
I think he said, "guys, don't make a scene,"
but my family has never been good at NOT causing a scene.
He was pretty eager to drive home. After a year of not being able to do so, there was a little learning curve.
Guess where he wanted to stop for his first meal?
After choosing so very appropriate American music, we ate some grade A food.
Not much was left.
When we got home, I finally got to introduce Burl to his crazy Uncle Joe.
Burl was pretty sleepy but still very impressed.
With both uncles there,
Burl was pretty entertained.
It was a GREAT night.
okay, we just walked in the door from the beach. the first thing i did was check your blog (even before email!). this is my VERY favorite post on your blog so far. i love it.
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