Our children swapping cars. Eating together. Sharing hotels rooms. Excited about everything. Writing in their travel journals. Discussing the architecture of everything we saw along the way.
Our kids were magnificent in their interest in being together and claiming the world as their own.
Our kids are comfortable in their own skins.
Our kids are the people I always wished I been like or at least known.
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