The crumbs and how we love them

I love my crumbs.
It's a stage of life that I understand on an intellectual level. When your kids go off to college and beyond, you get the crumbs but boy do we love the crumbs. Their absence doesn't mean they love me any less. They have lives of their own. (She says over and over again to convince herself. :-))

But when they are here, like they were this weekend, we thoroughly enjoy it. We're old enough to tell stories and laugh -- about ourselves, our family and just about anything else we can think of.

What would anyone write in their family history? The stories that we love to tell time after time and seem to have a life of their own.