Corey: "Hey, what's up?"
Scott: "Not much, you?"
Corey: "Not much, Small fries' getting big."
Corey: "How's work?"
Scott: "Good. Busy."
*Insert awkward silence here*
You get the idea, I don't need to continue. Corey will hang up from talking to Scott and I'll ask, "So what did Scott say?", his reply, "Nothing". They are the best of friends and miss each other terribly but they are male - which means their communication skills are well...rotten! And although when they are in the same room there is less talking they are both happy, Chelsea and I figure it's a) because they like to breath the same air and b) because we can talk enough for all of us.
It was so great to see Corey happy and to catch up with those two. We went to an Antique carshow on Sunday and the boys were in their element. How great it was for Corey to have someone who understood all that - "Transmission, Air Intake, Exaust Manifold, 6 Carborators" - stuff. When Corey starts talking internal vehicle things, as hard as I try all I end up hearing is the teacher from Charlie Brown "Wawa, wawa, wawa..."
Now that the weather's better and the roads are looking nicer we'll be able to go back more often and visit. But not matter what the distance, or how long the time apart, you can't change the love of brothers (or sister's in law) and the joy of family.