I watched the path of the plane online all day while I worked Tuesday. Waiting for it to get close enough for me to head to the airport to meet them without getting there too early to afford the parking. It was so great to see the boys and to have them come running and jump on me when they saw me across the way. They had a great time with family and friends for three weeks and we made the most of our time alone here but it was long enough and so great to be together again. The boys told me about watching The Avengers on the flight and all the great snacks they had in the airport. Beautiful told me how great they were on the plane and I marveled at how big they suddenly seemed. Two weeks isn’t long enough for any major growth spurt but they were different now. They made it without us, only really talking to us twice during the whole trip. There is something between pride and sadness in that realization that our boys at six and four can thrive apart from us.