We had a farewell Barbecue last night for the Millers. As attached at the hip as Monica and I are, Rylan and Grace are worse. I know I won't literally die when Monica leaves next week... Well I might if Robbie runs me over with the moving truck, as I plan to lay down in front of it. But Grace and Rylan don't understand why they can't see each other on the rare days they don't see each other. They both wake up asking about one another and go to sleep the same way. To say they will be missed does not even begin...
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Aren't they soooo sweet! I love it. We love the Hurley's.
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