Looks like we made it, the Eagle has landed, halas, finito, The End, and a million other ways of saying: Josh is home!
No photos of the happy reunion because it took place at 1am at the airport with the kids sleepy in pajamas and he rolled through customs faster than I could find a parking spot. Besides, Josh was still in deployment mode with his mustache so the homecoming wasn’t complete until he got home and shaved it off. By that time it was 2 am and he’d been up for 24 hours and the kids were back in bed since the bus comes early.
Speaking of early busses, I woke up at 8:30 having never heard my 6:30 alarm. I guess all 3 boys got up on their own, showered, dressed, ate breakfast (or not, depending on the kid) and caught the bus — all without waking us. Most fabulous kids ever. LOVE THEM!
I guess the independent streak runs deep and starts early because I woke up yesterday morning to a bed full of food crumbs and no idea where they came from. As I was brushing them off in disgust, Camille rolled over and said, “It’s just bread. I got hungry last night.”