In the twenty five years of going, back and forth from France to visit my family in California, never once has my Mom and my brother Mark not been there to say goodbye to us when we have left.
No matter what the time was, Mom and my brother Mark were there, the last ones I kissed goodbye before heading to the airport.
Mom and my brother Mark have always been there to send us off, even when my children go to California alone, they are there to wish them, "Bon voyage."
It is a tradition we count on.
Sacha has been in the States since April, he came home today. My mom and my brother Mark were there at four a.m. to wish him well and send him on his way.
Now, I know my brother Mathew is going to read this, and probably leave a humdinger of a comment. So to even the odds: Thank you brother Mat for taking Sacha to the airport. I won't mention the alarm clock. I love you too.
Thank you Mom for taking good care of Shinga. He says he gained weight on the home made cookies and pies you made him eat everyday.
Thank you Debi Lilly for the wonderful opportunity/internship, he feel in love with Chicago.
Sacha is back. Sleepy is another word for sweetest of dreams. Though I wonder how he is going to fit in his bed he has grown so much. A monster of a man. Standing next to him my head came to his belly button!