The Stephensons pulled out of town earlier this month. As I processed my anger over them leaving us, Mary liked to remind me that I previously left her. Yes. I left her in Morocco with full-time house help, a huge house and backyard, and Southern California weather. Boo hoo.
|Oh my word, look at those little people.|
When we left them, a tradition of a good-bye performance was established. I hesitate to post this because of my cackling in the background. It's true. I don't have a lady-like laugh.
Matt serenades us:
We never dreamed in Morocco that we would soon have two years of four doors down from each other. Such a gift.
|Joshua's still trying to get out of Joe's arms.|
We serenade them:
Perhaps the best part is the children's commentary in the background/Scout's dancing. And Hamilton fans, did you catch the comment about King George's song?
We love you crazy Stephensons. Come back to us soon.
Like really soon.