Well, Lane and Frank have left for the in-laws’. They will sleep there tonight, get up in the middle of the night, and attempt to get to the airport by 4:00 a.m. for a six-o’clock-ish flight to Aruba.
I got in about a dozen big hugs, and I only welled up a couple times, and cried for about five seconds after I closed the door behind them. The crying was a surprise, I’m not a big crier.
Lane knows that flying to Aruba requires two different plane flights and that it will be really hot and sunny down there and that she has to listen to grandma and grandpa and stay really close to them all the time and to wear a hat when grandma tells her to. She also knows she won’t see me for three going-to-beds (goings-to-bed?) and seems totally at ease about it. She was cheery and chipper but couldn’t say good-bye enough as she was walking away from the door and getting strapped into her car seat, and threw in an “I love you, Mommy!” or two for good measure.
Then Jake and I waved good-bye from the window as they drove off. Jake’s really big into saying “By-eee” lately so he totally enjoyed it.
She’s such a handful and I admit, I am excited to have a little time with just my little buddy for the next couple days. But I already miss her.