Ever since the age that Evan could walk and talk, whenever I was having a bad day or had been around people who were negative or draining I knew that I could show up at Lani's at any given moment and I would be greeted by Evan,  who would stop whatever he was doing and coming running to me shouting, "Aunt Jenni, Aunt Jenni!" and fling his arms around me.  And that simple, joyful, loving hug would brighten my darkest day. I was doubly blessed after Kyra was born because as soon as she was old enough to walk and talk she joined her brother in our ritual greeting. Lani would sometimes ask me, "Having a bad day?" and my response would always be, "Yes, Lani, I needed to see your children. They cleanse my very being."  Evan was love in it's purest form.  And he taught his sister well.