July 1st, 2012


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12 people sat down to my mother's chalupa, and stuffed ourselves.
Then, those same 12 people went and saw Brave. (I cried, I admit it.)
My wonderful, almost-15-year-old son played patiently and gently with my 3-year-old nephew and said nephew has a serious case of hero worship.
I got to talk with all my brothers at once, as well as my sister-in-law and my all-but-sister-in-law.
It is so good to spend time with my family; it had been too long since my last visit.