We just said goodbye this morning to Uncle Andy & Alex. They flew up to Boston from sunny West Palm Beach and landed in between two blizzards. While it might have been colder than they typically enjoyed, the boys delighted in their shared company, snow fights, and skiing. Alex did great his first time on the slopes and I cannot wait for Henry to join in on the fun next year. We played outside every couple hours and bundled up our southerners in all the winter gear we owned. It was so nice being able to spend so much time together and Henry and Owen loved every second of it. I hate having family far because these moments always make me heartsick for more. When it was time to say goodbye, Henry was so sad that the only consolation was promising to go down and visit them this summer!