Hurricanes inevitably come knocking on their door and when they do, whatever is irreplaceable is loaded up and hauled north to our neck of the woods for a a week or so. They are off schedule and away from their own bed but they have learned to adapt well.
I think we have reaped the benefits of their going with the flow.
I mean- what else can you do on a stormy day other than bust out the glow sticks, balloons, chips, fake mustaches, and pom poms and have yourself a bonafide football party?
I hate hurricanes, but I sure do love this family and I'm grateful for the fun we've had.