But most of all, I want my grand family.
Guess what I've realised in the past couple of days? Love comes in the form of two boys.
As we played darts, as we rode the motorbike together with the wind and rain in our hair, as we listened to records and laughed every time the record got stuck,
as we watched Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead,
and kayaked down the river,
as we kept saying "Fail" everytime we made a mistake - "Kayak Fail" *as we hit into each other's kayaks*, "Tea fail" *as I spill my tea*, "come-to-catch-up-with-gran Fail" *as my sister drives up the drive to see mum but mum's not home* "Twentieth-Century-Fox-Tune Fail" *as Jack tries to whistle the tune as we watch a movie*.
Little inside jokes that make me gaffaw, knowing that they're kooky like me, make me realise how much I LOVELOVELOVE them.
They are not only my nephews,
but they are my friends.
Me: "Oh god, I'm gonna fall asleep soon."
Jack: "I don't have any trouble staying up late, it's really easy for me."
Mason: "Oh, you're an inspiration, Jack."
Jack: "I try, Mason, I try."
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