My father-in-law (otherwise known as Doodad) arrived on his bike yesterday evening. We spent the afternoon waiting and listening for the unmistakable sound of a Harley pulling up in our driveway. And just before dinner we heard those loud pipes coming down our street. The girls squealed and ran out to meet him; they were so excited. Since then there has been a lot of playing, laughing, running, chasing, wrestling, movie watching, and snuggling happening. Tomorrow, Gram flies in to join us for the rest of the week. A week which will be filled with making even more memories.