The Thanksgiving Parade
Upon our arrival, each of us received a hand-written invitation from Rebekah to watch a Thanksgiving parade the next morning.
One of the mornings, I found Ryan with an audience. They kept him there for a good hour, reading story after story.
Andrew:
The delightful, bald baby we saw last June has gotten more charm (if possible), and a little more hair. He has discovered that pounding on things is fun. One night, Dad got out a drum to see what Andrew thought.
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Hey Amy--tell Ryan that last night I was reading a book with Vivi and she wanted to know what kind of duck was pictured in the story. I had no idea, so she told me maybe we should ask Uncle Ryan because he'd probably know. It was kind of random and I loved how she immediately thought of him, even though we hadn't been talking about you and I don't know any other motivation she could have had other than sweet affection. We love you guys TONS! Would you please stop living so far away? Pleeeease?
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