And up I-75 I send my boys. Off to Gramma and Grandpa, and off to LOTS of snow.
As I started to pack Seth’s suitcase for his Ohio get-away, I thought to check the extended forecast for Toledo:
It’s actually made my packing fairly easy. Every pair of socks, every pair of jeans, every sweater, and every pair of fleece PJ’s that Seth owns has been lovingly folded and placed in his bag. His Thomas the Train earmuffs and gloves are nestled on top of the flannel stacks, and an I-miss-you surprise is tucked away amid the denim folds.
These next 8 days are the longest I will have ever been away from Seth. As much as I wish I were making the trek north with them, I know that this experience will be good for Seth. You see, Jim will be leaving on Monday to return to Nashville, but will leave Roni-man in the capable and eager hands of his grandparents for the duration of next week. They will bring him back to us the following weekend, and I’m sure he will have aged a month and grown a foot in the meantime.
So, tonight, I check items off my packing list, and brush aside an errant tear as I ready the boy for bed, knowing that it will be while before only a mere wall, and not a time zone, separates us as we sleep.
When did you get so big and independent, my little man? Momma will miss you. Build me a snowman; don’t forget to get your haircut; be sweet; make sure Gramma lowers the temperature in the hot tub (but, yes, I packed your trunks); take lots of pictures; give Aunt Roberta a squeeze for me. I will see you in just a few sleeps. I love you forever.