It got to be too long.  It was that sort of too long between visits where it didn't matter that they had tickets and the holidays are almost here.  We couldn't wait another day.  So, we packed up and headed over the mountains.  Good call, that. 

Sleepovers at big brother and sister's apartments are the best.  The very best.  They do your hair.  They feed you whatever you want.  They stay up all night watching movies you get to pick.  

The days before the trip we had been crafting like crazy.  Moira's wedding florals fit perfectly into the pumpkin we brought. 

It was every bit as wonderful to see the guys.  They played their new favorite albums for us and have me totally sold on vinyl.  Side note: one child discovered we were talking about records all this time.  

"THESE are VINyalls??"  

"Vinyall? you mean VINE-al?"

"oooooooohhhhh"

They made me fresh ground coffee.  

And we laughed a lot.  But not nearly for long enough. We didn't take nearly enough pictures.  I now have about five thousand things I want to talk to them and ask them about.  The holidays can't come soon enough.  

"We were together…..

I forget the rest."

Walt Whitman