Move Along

This week the sons I lovingly birthed while intermittently screaming move in together. You probably think the SJG orchestrated this particular event. Well, you're wrong. So wrong, I'm embarrassed on your behalf. I had nothing to do with it. Fine. I may have aided slightly in finding the apartment. But don't tell the eldest that. He's taking credit, and I'm going to let him enjoy his moment, in much the same way I always let him win at Candyland. I'm blessed with sons who actually enjoy each other's company. They crack each other up. They speak their own language. The last time they had a fight was... I can't remember. It was probably during a basketball game on the driveway when they were six and 10. This week means an empty nest for the first time in four years. But I can still spoil them rotten, no matter where they reside.