Mom is (as Logan would say) awesome.

I called Mom before bed and we chatted for about 40 minutes. She is home again after a nice weekend vacation to Indianapolis with Aunt Bev. We talked about that and about what everyone’s up to and our plans for Christmas.

“Dad’s making little instruments now,” she said. “You’ll have to see them when you get here. They’re pretty cute.” She paused. “Actually, they’re not cute at all. They’re kind of ugly. But they make sounds!”

I laughed so hard I cried.