J headed to Ft. Benning this morning, the chickies were SO cute.
They stood in the front yard in their pajamas waving to him and yelling BYE DADDDDYYY!!! and blowing kisses until he was long gone.
This one was much easier than the goodbyes we said a little over a year ago. Here is what I was thinking to myself as he drove off.
Do NOT cry. A year ago, you would have given ANYTHING for your husband to be safe in Georgia for three weeks. Pull it together woman!!
And I did. We kissed and waved and danced in the rain and said “IT’S THE THREE HOWELL GIRLS AGAIN!!! IT’S AN ADVENTURE!!!”.
Because it always is. And we are so lucky that we have each other.
So no whining. No crying. No woe is me. As I tell the girls…Daddy is surrounded by girls. We are NOT allowed to be whiney girls. Three weeks is time for lots of “howell gull dates” as Harper calls them. Lots of art, dress up, painting, singing, and acting verrry girly.
Also, breakfast for dinner if we want. Daddy does not like that. but we do. hehe!
It’s been raining for days. We needed it badly, but I still have not had the back tin roof replaced, so once again our playroom/scraproom is covered in tarps and buckets. Loverly.
Regardless, I plan to scrap my little heart out at my desk, surrounded by buckets. I’ll think of it as ambiance. Uhh, yeah. Sounds like a plan!
I’m in a blog slump. I feel like I’ve said it all, KWIM?
This week I think I’ll share the story of how J and I got engaged…it’s sort of funny.
Happy Saturday, sweet friends!
xoxo