We found the boys legos. They weren’t lost, just forgotten. We apparently didn’t bother to keep each project separate so it would be easy to rebuild stuff. It was just a huge bin of thousands of tiny lego pieces and a stack of instruction manuals.We separated, sorted, organized, and played. Some nights we stayed up until 3 in the morning building ships. Scott would leave his door open when he went to bed, just to listen to us.And for just a moment, they weren’t 22 about to get an apartment and head off into the work force, or 18 and about to move six hours away and start college, they were just my little boys completing one last project together before they had to go.It might be weird, but I’m so glad we unearthed these and got to spend so many hours together nerding out and playing again. Now that they are both out of the house, and it’s so quiet around there, I’m even more aware of how I wouldn’t trade our one last project for the world.