What a week and a half, and what a way for it to end.  Zoni has spent the last week and a half in Anchorage with her sister and left me with all 3 kids by myself for that time.  It’s been challenging, but so very rewarding.  I feel so much closer to them than I ever have and it’s just a wonderful feeling to be that close.

Unfortunately, while I should be sitting at the airport right now waiting to pick up Zoni, she’s still on the way to Chicago because she missed her first flight this morning out of Anchorage to Chicago.  She had to get a different flight to Seattle and then to Chicago, and then tomorrow morning, she finally will get home at 8:30ish.

This almost feels like a cruel trick or something because I wanted and needed her so desperately to be home tonight.  I guess 10 hours later isn’t a life or death thing, but still quite difficult.