Last evening I flew from east to west, coast to coast, arriving only two hours late, thanks to a huge thunder/lightning storm in Washington, DC. No big deal; I can catch up on my sleep this weekend. Beth’s parents and family entertained and fed Ben and me like we were, you know, special.

Of course when you have adorable twin daughters/granddaughters, they become the main attraction and you don’t need to plan any further entertainment.

This is their mama, Tara, Beth’s older sister (by 14 months, not minutes, as you might have guessed). Sadly, I neglected to snap a picture of their daddy, Juan, when I had the chance.

Tia Beth and OT (nick for Uncle Taylor) are “into” Crossfit (Beth more than T), so they thought the babies needs some equipment of their own.

“My aunt can backsquat more than your aunt.”

Happy in “Moose’s” care. (His real name is Tim.)

Definitely a highlight—getting acquainted with these fine folk.

The “lowlight” was how sick Taylor got while I was there. (He’s acting in this picture.) I’m not prone to worry, as I often say, but when no test or culture could identify his mysterious illness, even I was concerned. He and Beth had to postpone their return to Iraq. But as of today, his improvement is steady. PTL!