When we got ready to leave, I went and found Joan to say good by, the kids came with me and unprompted - shook hands with their host and hostess, thanked them for a good time, and then we left. Now I know that they've been brought up well - I helped bring 'em up - but this was a special moment for me - and I swear I had tiny tears of joy, (and sadness at how grown up they are) in my eyes.
Worth all the work.
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Nice story. Kids do bring tears to the eyes, don't they.
Yes indeed.
LOL. I have those same moments when Zoe remembers to say thank you or tell her Saba and Safta she loves them : ) So nice.
and you are so proud of your boys, i know i saw it in your eyes!
tried to post a comment on the previous post about your dad,(but no word verification appeared), what a wonderful picture and what memories are made of, sigh. hugs to dad (and mom).
you better be proud of us, at least me anyways.just kidding:)i get to drive now as long as i have an adult in the car. it's pretty sweet i havent crashed yet.
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