That’s
what the trip to Phoenix was. Hanging out with Austin was cool. 16
years old. He’s practically an adult. Matt was that age once.
Arie is a tweener. She’s 9. At one moment fully engaged in a
screaming match with the 5-year-olds, and the next involved in a philosophical
discussion about how the world works, and how it should work with the closest
adult. Yeah. Becky.
The
little ones. A blazing combination of running laughing crying climbing
hugging screaming and talking. All pretty much at once. A person
doesn’t get any one of them for very long without all the others. And
without the inconvenience of us actually being responsible for the parental
refereeing, we got to huddle in the center of, and enjoy the benefit of, the
little kid hurricane that is Matt and Lindsay’s house.
We
got to relive and enjoy all these stages at once.
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