It was a summer of too much work, too much school. We talked repeatedly about finding just one weekend for a short vacation with everyone, but the stars never aligned. Just when we were about to give up, Hans made it home for a 48 hour visit over Labor Day. It was the one weekend since Christmas with everyone together and it was glorious: swimming, boating, laughing at the little boys, hamburgers on the grill, wild games, and homemade doughnuts.
Everyone was so good to each other. And nothing makes my heart happier.
The pirate ship was for Fritz, but Ben and Stefan were much more interested.
When Erik got behind the boat to surf, Friz yelled. “I’ve got this. You can just tell me what to do from back there.”
“Bye Hans. Love you so much.”
