When all my kids are grown, I hope they will all live across the street. I hope they will drop their kids off here when they have errands to run. I hope I will be spending my empty-nest days taking care of and making memories with my grandkids. I plan to stuff my apron with candies, to be handed out for every please, thank you, or cute smile.
And I hope my kids will all still want the same thing, like they do now.
P.S. Lydia is no longer determined to marry Daniel when she is older. She is considering Isaac as good marriage material. She still plans to live in the playroom with her hubby, though.