And so it goes...

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We had a nice day with Danny.
The food was good, everyone seemed to get along and we were ALMOST all here.
My brother Rick and his family live in NM, that is a long way away. He called and wished Danny a welcome home and everything good phonecall. That is a good thing.
Dannys buddies from Penn State came and they all hung outside and in the garage. There was the traditional beer pong. Of course with designated drivers. Missi and Allie were playing along with Peep and their guys. A few of the cousins showed up, along with Aunt Cathy and Ella.
Jack was a great boy and behaved well. He is getting so big anymore. I am really starting to think I might keep him til his fourth birthday which is Saturday. (i am kidding btw.) My brother Dan was good, in his quiet watchful way. Dave was chatting and excited to share his finds. Mom was busy watching Dannys video of graduation and just enjoying all the company I think.
The kids got lottery tickets because we really thought that this was the day to win. Not so much maybe twenty bucks total.
So what is the finale'.
Really, just that we made it through. A few tears fell, most because we know what LOVE is.
I cried hard for a few seconds with my sister in law. I sometimes can FEEL her broken heart. I want so much to take it away for her.
I got a beautiful framed picture of Danny in his dress uniform and if that doesnt make someone cry nothing will.
He stayed last night and the kids laughed hard and watched movies and slept on the couches. It was a good day.
My cousin Maureen said it best.
Dad is so proud, he is watching over our Danny and taking care of him everyday.
I beleive that.

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