So, here we are. At Grandma Laura's house. Tristan instantly knew who she was. He seems comfortable here, and enjoys his cousin Aiden's company. They fight a lot, but boys do that. His Papa Ron is one of his favorite people. And his love for Aunt Bermmy (my sister Brittany) is heartwarming. He'll sit and watch Aunt Arianna play her DS for hours. He seems to go through stages of defiance, but with Papa's help, he's learning not to tell me no and not to yell at me anymore. He's so protective of his sister, like a guardian angel, there whenever she needs him.
He seems unfazed by the major event that brought us here. I know he's probably missing the old routines and familiarity and comfort of what we left behind, but I don't think he's devastated, like I feared he would be. He's stronger than I am. He's always telling me he loves me and that I'm his best friend. I need that, and I know he knows that I do. The "man" in my life. My TristanBoy!
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