Yesterday morning I was talking to someone about difficult family situations. I found myself over and over saying things like, "My mom taught me..." or "My dad told me one time...."
It would seem like I have wise parents.
And I do.
We had dinner with them last night and then we went to Mark's voice recital. It was sort of long and with a...varying...degree of talent. Braeden came too (Emma was at work) and later when I was driving him home (their car was at work with Emma) Braeden said, "That was the ultimate in grandparent love, coming to that recital."
I'm grateful for the grandparents our kids have. Without exception they are loving and supportive. It's nice to have moorings like that in the world.
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