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Grandparents are the best!

We have now had day long visits from both sets of Grandparents and both boys are in love! It was a joy seeing Caleb's face light up seeing his Grandparents and then watching Tope as he started to get to know them. We could tell he recognized them from pictures he has looked at, both from the book we sent him while in the orphanage, and pictures we have around our home of the Grandparents. We spent our days by staying home and just enjoying our time together around the house. By the end of both visits, Tope was happy to give them all hugs and big smiles. 

We are beyond blessed to have such supportive parents that love their grandchildren with their whole hearts. Words cannot express how thankful we are for the love they share for us and our children. God is good.

Here are just a handful of pics from our days together. I'm sure there will be many more pictures to be taken in the years to come!  

Time with Grandpa & Grandma Schack...

Oh these two! They crack me up! Two peas in a pod.  :)
Grandpa shoveled a little trail for them in the snow.
Was hard to keep the boys from jumping around!
Finally they were able to take a "silly" picture.
 Time with Opa & Oma Ostermeier...

The boys were given early Easter baskets
that included these fun bunny mouth suckers.
Bubble blowing fun!



Lots of down time - always good!
Putting together a Jack Sparrow puzzle
A quick last picture before they were on their way home.
Thanks again for visiting us Grandpa & Grandma and Opa & Oma! Looking forward to seeing you all again soon!

Mara

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