Mia wanted a Furby for Christmas. We debated about getting her one but decided to since she wanted one so bad. She was really excited about it on Christmas morning and played with it for a whole day before it was clear that she could hardly stand the wretched thing.
Today I said "Mia, do you like the Furby or do you want me to see if I can take it back to exchange it for something different?"
She said "Would it hurt your feelings if we took it back?"
I said "Not at all."
She said "Good, because I hate it. It's so annoying. Let's take it back."
Hopefully it's returnable.
My brother and sister-in-law are moving to Texas tomorrow. We helped them get packed up today and then Ryan headed home with two of the kids and the other two went with my mom to visit my sister in Roosevelt. Ryan needed to get to work tomorrow and I stuck around to help with the drive down south.
After we finished packing tonight we (my brothers, their wives, my dad and I) went to dinner at Tacanos (my new favorite restaurant) and then met up at my dads to play one more game of risk. Both my brothers and I did terrible and lost quite quickly but it was still fun to play and I'm thankful for the memory.
Things to remember: whistling happy birthday to my dad at the restaurant, Jess touching the cake to see if it was real, Furby talking and creeping us out from the back of the car, Brady dancing to T Swift, Tyson's impression of the dog barking comedian, Corinne saying "I'm not a poster, I'm a creeper", Brady's hat, Corinne the Leppy, and dad returning to power at Risk (despite Corinne's insanely skilled/lucky dice rolling ability).
I'm trying not to dwell too much on the fact that they (my brothers) will both be gone soon. Tyson in Texas and Brady in Italy or Spain or wherever they end up moving in the next few months. I've really loved being able to see them whenever we visit my dad in Utah and will miss them, and their wives.
Onto the next chapter, I guess. The story continues. But this chapter has been a good one, for sure. I'm grateful for the memories.