This past week my brother and his wife

(whom I love and adore) drove all the way down from Minnesota.

They took the long way to our house: down to Florida for a couple of days, and then back up to the blessing that is Louisiana.

They drove like pirates through the night, and arrived here at seven in the morning. I loved it!

I also loved the run that Steph and I took an hour later.

And I loved the whole wheat pancakes Bill threw together at 11:00 am.

And I loved their baby.

And I love mine...

because with their two powers combined...

I got this...

and this...

But mostly this.

And when they left at ten that night (to drive like pirates, once again) I told Steve it was the fastest day I have ever had.

True story.

Family is the best.