The Airport

I am happy to report that Andrew was such a big boy at the airport! My 3 days worth of preparation must have paid off, because he clearly understood that he was dropping me off at the airport and that he was staying with Daddy and Tyler. He wanted to make sure that he could wave bye-bye to me, but other than that he was a-ok. I was so proud of him for not getting upset that he could not come with me. After getting sufficient hugs and kisses from all of my boys, I waved good bye (which I do while showing the I love you sign), and I was tickled pink that Andrew was waving back with the I love you sign. As I crossed the cross walk I heard a distinct “I love you” being yelled by my sweet husband from my scar as it pulled out of sight, so I yelled I love you too back and went inside to check-in. I just hope that I yelled back “I love you too” to my husband and not some other random fellow! I immediately felt home sick as I stood in line to check my bags because there were lots of little ones at the airport. I think the only thing that made me feel better was that I was traveling pretty light and the family next to me was loaded down just like we normally are when we travel with the boys.