Tonight my two biggest boys are leaving us. They have to fly back to Mississippi so Mr. Pilot can check out and they can drive our other car back here. It's going to be a great opportunity for a "Father-Son Trip" and I am glad Boy gets to go.
But a little sad too. Last night with boyish arms thrown around me he said "mom, I'm a little sad about leaving, I've never been away from you for that long, or that far away from you! And who will open doors and carry heavy boxes for you?" and he brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know he would even think like that. Then this morning I overheard him saying to Bucket in his sweet bug brother voice "you better not start crawling while I'm gone, little Missy" and again, a tear.
My Boy is so full of love and compassion. I will miss him terribly. And his Daddy, too.
Safe travels, good weather, and God Speed!