Every Sunday it's tradition to eat lunch after church with G's parents. It usually consists of some kind of homemade, southern goodness and is topped off by a dessert that is bound to make us all move at a slower pace for several hours. Sunday lunches used to be spent exchanging stories from the week, but now it's mostly full of fawning over Dylan. I'm not complaining though... there's always time for adult conversation later.
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What a nice tradition! I wish we did stuff like that!
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