Twice in one week

Twice this week I spent the night at my parent's house. Last night my Dad was back from his trip and we met my sister at a brewery for dinner. It isn't that often that it is just the 4 of us anymore and it is weird how it feels like something is missing. For 30 years, that was our family, but now we have an addition. Another boy for my Dad who has had his fill of "the girls" over the last 30 years. Last night, similar to many before, my Dad appears to not be listening to the constant chatter of his ladies, the ridiculous stories and drama that unfold...but as we have always known, he hears a lot more than we think. He just sits and observes, and randomly days or weeks later he might mention something to my Mom that lets us know he heard every word. My Dad should be an expert on everything "girl" by now!

See us out and about at dinner.