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Planes Buses and Planes again

I've been having an extrordinarily amazing time in Ontario and Chicago visiting the two cutest new little people you could ever meet.

Every day I am prouder of each of my sisters in what they have accomplished as women and as mothers. For all you mothers out there, it take a whole whack load of strength and patience to do what you do and after watching it first hand I understand even less how you have the will to do it. You all rock my world.

It has been hard to be away from D. I mostly try to forget that I'm not seeing him every day or experiencing the excruciating minutia alongside him but I do take comfort in the fact that distance does make the heart (and the libido!) grow stronger and that I'll be with him again in a few short days.


I suppose that brings a bittersweetness to the fact that I will be saying goodbye to a lot of little and big people before I journey home. I feel lucky to have been here for so long and think the length of the stay was just right.

It amazes me to think how big everyone will be when I get back. But, there's always Skype.


All in all a fantastic way to spend June. I think I might do this every year ...


Well minus the trip to the emergency room for an infected tooth .. but that's a story for another day.

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