Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sometimes the maturity and forethought of my children amazes me. Today, when driving home from here and there, Finn asked, "Mom, when I get on the plane to go to Grandmom and Granddad's next summer with the girls, who will hug you at the airport?"
I caught my evading breath and answered, "No one, Finn. That's gonna be a rough day."
"I know Daddy will rush home from work that day," he answered back. "He'll give you a big hug."
And then he added, "'Cause you'll really need it."
He couldn't be more right.