That time my brother came for a visit!
SoCal is SO far from Boston! And this makes me sad because it means we cannot see my brother and his family as often as we would like. Ah, if only they would move to the east coast! But, of course the weather is too nice out there and the winters of Boston are not tempting enough. So instead of seeing each other every week and growing tired of one another, we savor our short visits. This visit may have been the shortest. A mere 4 hours was our window. My brother flew in Friday night and had to catch a 5PM flight back on Saturday. But when your sibling comes to town, you drop everything and race in to see him. We packed up Henry and squeezed my parents into the car and into town we went.
The weather was amazing! Typically it would be in the 30s and miserable to walk around but today (because my bro was in town) Boston held firm at 60! We had lunch, walked through the North End and along the sea wall, checked out the new Boston Public Market, watched the harbor seals at the aquarium, and window shopped in Faneuil Hall. Henry thoroughly enjoyed laughing with his uncle and sneaking bites of cannoli.
It hurt to say goodbye after such a short visit, but I am so thankful we got to see my brother today. It truly was a special!