What happens when a Twilight Zone version of Kevin Youkilis and a beautiful, slightly hyper native New Englander meet up with 2 Southerners, one extraordinary pretty pre-teen girl, a 6 year old with a voice like sand paper and a heart of gold, and a kid who would have fit right in when "Children of the Corn" was being filmed?
One of the best 24 hours of my family's life. (And don't tell me that weird looking kid in the left hand corner of the picture doesn't freak you out just a little. And I have to LIVE with him.)
Josh and Amy came to visit and there was more wrestling, hide and seek, wrestling, jumping on the trampoline, wrestling, playing ball, wrestling, and laughing we've seen in about 4 years total.
Did I mention the wrestling?
Like some northern version of the Southern Winds, Josh and Amy blew through our home and left a ton of happy memories, 3 sad children, and 2 sad but happy adults in their wake.
And an autographed Dustin Pedroia ball for which I'll be forever grateful.
Come back anytime, guys.
We'll leave the light on for you.