Last. First.

I got up around 5:15 this morning — that would be roughly an hour and a half ago.

And there — exiting the spare bedroom — were our oldest and their oldest.

They were heading home to Madras! (Her husband is likely out in field already.)

Our oldest — aka LaVay — was the last to bed last night and the first up this morning. After a big day yesterday which included picking and doing up strawberries.

How does she do it?!

Now she’s driving home…probably going by Mt Hood as I type. (She’s probably got about an hour to go.)

Oh, I mentioned seeing them exiting the bedroom. LaVay had already taken their second oldest out to their vehicle. And while she escorted their practically-sleep-walking oldest, she carried two others — their youngest and their truly-youngest.

She’s due in late September, as I recall.

You go, girl!

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