Like when we arrived at the border crossing from the USA into Canada and told the boys we were approaching customs.
A voice piped up from the back seat – “What do you mean? Do they want to know our country’s customs?”
Or when we pulled into the driveway and the delightful moment when everyone realized Paul had journeyed with us and the entire family was all together. It was a fun surprise.
And Mike’s eyes as he watched his bride. I had the vantage point, as the Matron of honor, of staring directly over the brides shoulder and into the grooms face for much of the ceremony and his eyes radiated his love and adoration for her. It was good to visit home – it doesn’t happen often enough and it is never enough time to catch up with all those I hope to see.