Tim Taylor sat in the living room of the Detroit home he and his wife raised their children in. He sat staring at the pictures two of his sons sent recently.
Bradley, his oldest was living in New York City now. He was a retired soccer player and now he was an investment agent on Wall Street and coached a youth team. He married a girl named Jessica he had met in college. They were married when they were 25 and they had three beautiful children, Connor James, was 8 now, and the spitting image of his father, blond haired and blue eyed, and a soccer fiend. Then there was Carver Nicholas, 5 years old and wanting to be just like his dad and big brother he was also fair featured. Finally Brad's pride and joy, not that he didn't love his sons, but his daughter, Ariana Colleen, who was 2 was just his little princess, she had long dirty blond hair and big blue eyes, and was everything her brothers weren't, all pink, dresses, dolls, and lace. The perfect final piece to Brad's family.
Randy had also sent pictures that had arrived that day. Randy was living outside Washington, D.C. as a reporter with his wife, and high school sweetheart, Lauren, and their 2 children. His oldest, Kyle David, was 7 and loved everything about the city they lived in. He loved the National Zoo, the monuments, the history, and the cultures. He even got to meet the President when his dad took him to work one day. Kyle was the perfect blend of Randy and Lauren, his hair and her eyes a truly beautiful child. Randy and Lauren's daughter was just as neat. Eleanor Lillian Taylor was 4 years old and already more then a handful then her brother. Ellie was the one who one day when at the White House managed to run into the Oval Office and fall asleep, which was also the reason her parents and the president and first gentleman became friends. She was also a blend of her parents only with Lauren's hair and Randy's eyes. Another perfect family.
But Tim felt like he was missing something and he was. His other son, Mark, had sent no pictures, no letters, and no word of anything since he had left 9 years before. Just then the door opened and Jill, Tim's wife of nearly 40 years came in to the house after a day at work.
"What do you have there?" she asked carefully.
"Brad and Randy sent pictures, the kids are growing up so fast." Tim said fondly.
"Yeah, anything today?" she said repeating their ritual of the past 9 years.
"Nope, hopefully soon though."
Just then the phone rang.
Bradley, his oldest was living in New York City now. He was a retired soccer player and now he was an investment agent on Wall Street and coached a youth team. He married a girl named Jessica he had met in college. They were married when they were 25 and they had three beautiful children, Connor James, was 8 now, and the spitting image of his father, blond haired and blue eyed, and a soccer fiend. Then there was Carver Nicholas, 5 years old and wanting to be just like his dad and big brother he was also fair featured. Finally Brad's pride and joy, not that he didn't love his sons, but his daughter, Ariana Colleen, who was 2 was just his little princess, she had long dirty blond hair and big blue eyes, and was everything her brothers weren't, all pink, dresses, dolls, and lace. The perfect final piece to Brad's family.
Randy had also sent pictures that had arrived that day. Randy was living outside Washington, D.C. as a reporter with his wife, and high school sweetheart, Lauren, and their 2 children. His oldest, Kyle David, was 7 and loved everything about the city they lived in. He loved the National Zoo, the monuments, the history, and the cultures. He even got to meet the President when his dad took him to work one day. Kyle was the perfect blend of Randy and Lauren, his hair and her eyes a truly beautiful child. Randy and Lauren's daughter was just as neat. Eleanor Lillian Taylor was 4 years old and already more then a handful then her brother. Ellie was the one who one day when at the White House managed to run into the Oval Office and fall asleep, which was also the reason her parents and the president and first gentleman became friends. She was also a blend of her parents only with Lauren's hair and Randy's eyes. Another perfect family.
But Tim felt like he was missing something and he was. His other son, Mark, had sent no pictures, no letters, and no word of anything since he had left 9 years before. Just then the door opened and Jill, Tim's wife of nearly 40 years came in to the house after a day at work.
"What do you have there?" she asked carefully.
"Brad and Randy sent pictures, the kids are growing up so fast." Tim said fondly.
"Yeah, anything today?" she said repeating their ritual of the past 9 years.
"Nope, hopefully soon though."
Just then the phone rang.
