There they go!

My husband and son are flying across the ocean to England tomorrow morning. I’ll take the other two kids and we’ll all meet up in a little over a week. It’s 10 pm and we’re all preparing in our own little ways. Colin is blithely pecking away at his computer without a care in the world. Tomorrow morning he’ll toss a few clothes into a suitcase. Meanwhile, I’m wringing my hands and will be up until 3 am doing a million loads of laundry as I try to get my son packed. His siblings have been fretting all week about missing their “middlest” brother, and are camping out on his bedroom floor tonight to maximize their time together…