Three short years ago, we were living with pirates.

Two of them, to be exact.

One of us was learning what fearless meant (and how to incorporate it into his daily life).

Another one of us had eyes that were in the process of changing from blue to green.

Two of us were discovering how to be partners in crime.

But all of us were all anxiously awaiting the arrival of someone very, very special…

a third (or, for my in-laws, a seventh) grandson…

a fourth great-grandson…

another little brother…

…and we were finally less than a day away from meeting him.