Jet lagged and road weary we spent most of Friday working. But in the morning I shot out to watch the grandkids sing some Hanukkah songs at their preschool.
The songs were great but the best part was afterwards when the boys ran over to me and gave me the biggest of hugs. It's been a couple of months since I've seen them and every time I'm away, like I have been, I worry that they'll forget me.
If I had to turn around today and head back to England, those hugs still made this a fantastic trip home.
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