Dear Pia and Rafa,
We're slowly settling into our new home. Thank goodness your Papa and I lucked out with the two most well behaved and flexible kids this side of heaven. Pia, you have carried on as the inspiring big sister you are. Now that Rafa is getting bigger and able to join you for the exciting things kids do, you're ever the helper in teaching him how. (When you're not snatching your toys back from him that is.)
Opa and Gigi graced us with a few (too) short days of their love and handy help. Clearly this helpfulness thing runs in the family because I swear they came, I blinked, and so many issues with our new home were solved. Primarily, that nasty brown colour that ran rampant in our back family room. Opa took good care turning it into a much lighter colour we picked out.
You helped. Obviously.
And in another blink, you were painting the granite counters, the cabinets, the.... so I chose a new role and just played mum to keep you guys out of the way while OpaGigi worked hard at playing house-fixer-uppers. They are amazing. A whole room painted to professional standards, grime and grease removed from the kitchen and some quality time spent mum-to-kids. I'm pretty sure I won in that job. Can't beat swimming, gymnastics and giggles.
Though thankfully, once the walls were artistically transformed, OpaGigi came to play. Rafa, you are OVER THE MOON whenever Opa quacks like a duck. You'll seek it out from wherever you are in the house and you'll laugh like a silly if you can get close to it. Which means everyone is laughing like a silly, including the duck.
Gigi didn't take convincing to get right in the spa with you both, which of course pleased you both beyond belief.
And Opa shared his famous french toast (that he shares credit with Gigi for because she found THE bread). Pia took some credit for teaching Opa about proper cooking attire. And Rafa taught them all how to put em back by pounding several slices both times the event happened.
With all this love and help around, we sure are blessed.
I love you,