I had two wonderful weeks with all of us together. Now, our house is quiet again. You would think that saying goodbye and watching Arielle get on the plane would be easier after two years–I’d be used to it. Nope, it doesn’t get any easier. My heart sinks and I spend the next day telling myself it won’t be long until she’s home again.
The boys are smart. They give me lots of space. Well, space and hugs. While I get used to the hum of the air conditioning and chirping birds (yep, that’s how quiet it is) I’m going to think about how much fun we had until I meet her at the airport with open arms.
We made Those Incredible Cupcakes.
We took pictures of our kittens.
We went to the movies.
We made espresso Zoku pops!
And on her last night home we went out for pizza and Love Boat ice cream.