The boys have left for Hawaii. John and his bestie have gone to have some fun, sun, and life lessons with my Uncle Trip and Auntie Jan.
We took them to the airport this morning. I can't show you any pictures because I left the camera in the car in the fifth floor garage. I left my breakfast somewhere in the second floor garage. And I left my baby after he exited the security checkpoint and waved his last as he turned the corner to gate E20.
They don't have a cry room at the airport. And husbands like to make fun of their crying wives when they're not the ones going to Hawaii.
I'm going Margaritas and Poolside, as I muster the strength to throw my second oldest to the wolves at Uplift Christian Camp tomorrow.
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