Sometimes.... I just look.

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Sometimes... I just look at them.
And then I look again, take a deep breath, sigh a bit... warm tears fill my eyes, and clench my fists a bit.
This Memorial day weekend I was able to have all three of my children together, and I got to enjoy all THREE of them.  It was a mixture of Jack being FINALLY able to play with the other kids and enjoy himself.  The girls had their guys with them and a few friends.  So everyone was happy.  Andy and the boys had fun.  Tim was there and as usual we enjoyed watching our girls just BE.
My Mom was relaxed and happy, Dave and Dan were there.  Always makes me want more, and wish for Rick.  But we had a really nice, relaxing, soul refrshing weekend.
Then on Memorial day jack and Louis got to ride in an antique firetruck during the parade.
Can I say how lucky I am to have great friends, that LOVE me and my family.
I felt blessed this weekend.  Just look at the girls.
Look at he boys, Ryan, Brandon and our handsome Danny by.
He looks more and more like Leo Dicaprio everyday.
Seeing them together again is just tooooo much sometimes.
I cried hidden tears of joy watching them all interact.
LOVE them.  And you for reading.
Next weekend, Cape May weekend getaway with the girls from Ann May School OF Nursing.
How much have we changed?
More of how much we haven't changed.

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