
Preston's younger brother Sheldon got back from Afghanistan early Friday morning. Early as in 5:30am. We left our house at 3:00. But it was totally worth it. It was so good to see him back! I am such a failure. When we got home, I realized I didn't even get any pictures of him. And the plane landed earlier than we expected, so we didn't even see him get off the plane.

The boys didn't really know what to think about all this. They were so good, even though they were tired. They both loved the live band, it sounded great!
Braxton cried and cried when we left. He was under the impression that he would be going on a plane ride.
1 comment:
Man it makes me cry just reading your post. Glad he is home!
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