April 18, Shelbyville.
My friend Tiffany and her husband Steve came by unannounced yesterday from Jacksonville, about an hour away north.
She appeared at the whoop. It was so good to see her, and all the better for the surprise.
And Steve did the unthinkable, pushing Nicolas hard on the swing, and he loved it and loved it when he'd never wanted me to give him more than a whisper of a shove before. Dylan was in seventh heaven too, swinging high.
There's a great Dad in waiting.
Before the visit.
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