Letters from Iwo Johnny

So, for my "vacation," I took the kids to Chris's parents -- about 6 hours away. The plan was for them to stay there for a week. We left on Sunday, July 24th, and I was to pick them up on the following Sunday, the 31st. Johnny is only 8, and obviously this has already been a pretty interesting year for him, so I was only half hoping he'd make it the whole week. 


I started to get emails from him on Tuesday:

The best part of any vacation is when something almost happens.

 Somewhere in there, he had a note that said "Next time we come to Gramma's, I want you to come with me," or along those lines. I can't find it, but clearly he was just homesick.

 Then, Cara got into the discussion:

 I gave in and drove over on Saturday, stayed until Sunday, and then we all came home. Still, I'm pretty proud of the little guy, even if he did pout quite a bit. Couldn't see it from  my house.