A couple of weeks ago, my nieces came to visit us from Nashville. This was a big deal for several reasons, but mostly because they are 11 and 9 and they flew by themselves. Now before anyone goes and gets all judgey about whether or not this was a wise decision, please refrain. These girls are responsible, flew non-stop with a flight attendant providing their every need, dropped off at the gate by their mom and picked up at the gate by me. So there.
The kids had begun their countdown several weeks before, as usual. Their time with us had to be shared, also as usual. They managed to cram a week of activities into a mere few days. They are geniuses when it comes to this. Their activities included, but weren’t limited to:
Walk to 7-11
Staying up very late
Playing at skate park
Walking to movie at the Crest
Discovering new trails at the Secret Park
Trip to the mall
Celebrating Grandma’s birthday
Waking at 4:30am to get in play time before school
I was convinced after my brother decided to get all “I’m gonna follow my dreams” on us and move his family to what feels like 35 states away, that our kids would inevitably grow apart, especially when the teenage years hit. Well I stand corrected. These kids are tight. I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder.
I found myself downright giddy at times, looking out my kitchen window at all of them climbing in the trees, in PJs. They are besties. They have a bond that I am now convinced can’t be broken and I love it.
