I am currently sitting in a dark hotel room, listening to my three boys snore (or just very loudly breathing while they sleep). We just spent the past week in Kansas. The reason we were there is sad; my husband's grandma wasn't doing well, so we packed up the car, loaded in the boys and drove 18 hours so he could be with her. We got there just in time, on Wednesday evening. She past away in the early hours of Thursday.
But the trip itself wasn't sad. We live minutes away from my family, but 18 hours away from my husband's. He has two brothers whom he's close to and only gets to see them maybe once or twice a year. So the trip was a great time for him to catch up and spend some time with his family, eating at his favorite local restaurant, joking back and forth with his dad (just fyi, my blog title is in homage to my husband and his family; they can come up with the wittiest puns at the drop of a dime and I'm a bit jealous of this talent but hope our boys inherit it), drinking beers and playing guitar with his brothers.
*Edited. I took out a bunch of rambling, but the gist was that I am envious of how close Jason and his brothers are and were growing up. Also, I pondered on friendships and how the affect me.
Maybe I've been on the road too long and just need to stop thinking and get some sleep.
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