A few days before we left for Rome, Ethan embarked on a week of Boot Camp, a kind of religious/outdoors camp our high school boys are offered. Then Paul and I left for Italy. The second week we were gone, the three big boys were all away at Scout camp. So yesterday afternoon, when those much bigger (by at least a foot, it seems to me!) boys returned home, we were together again as a family for the first time in two weeks. Ahhh. What a nice feeling.
As if Norman Rockwell had painted it as it is so meaningful.