Today, we will see our boys again.  We are so anxious for that wonderful arrival.

I miss them so much and am so anxious to get back home.

The boys have been on their own since Saturday morning as their supervision did not alter their departure plans.

The boys have been doing a great job on their own.

They have done laundry, cleaned up after themselves, gone grocery shopping and cooked their own meals. Scheduled have been organized and commitments fulfilled. They have gotten gas, washed cars and they have not burned through the money that I left behind for them.

We are incredibly impressed by how well they have both stepped up to the plate.

However, before we can see them we must pack and get to the airport in time for our departure.

Upon arrival in Los Angeles at 9:30 pm we discover that one of our pieces of luggage has been lost.

The saying, “If it is not one thing it’s another” springs to my mind.

After standing in the lost luggage line for twenty minutes I turn around and am thrilled to see that our luggage has simply been put on the wrong belt in the baggage claim area.  We head out of the airport, get some dinner and finally our arrival at home is here.

Unfortunately, it is 12:30 am and I do not get to tell the boys that I love them. I am, however, greeted at home with a very upsetting letter that cuts to the bone. When I first saw this letter I thought that it was left for me to offer some words of condolences regarding my father-in-laws passing but this was not to be the case at all……

updated: On the next day I wrote a blog post that reflects on what happened. It is entitled Nothing Would Surprise Me From You and it can be read HERE.