Day 100: Is He Here Yet?

The floors, windows, bathrooms and car are done, but not the shirts or the grocery-ing. But he said he just wanted to order pizza tonight when he gets home. And he doesn't go back to work for a bit, so there's time for the shirts.

Yes...I said TONIGHT, when he gets home.

Today we have a Primary (church) party for the kids, a casual birthday get-together for a family friend, and then waiting for the phone call that he has arrived at the airport...

Calvin is giddy - like, uncontrollably giggly at the mention of picking Dad up at the airport, and talking endlessly with this amazing exuberance about giving him the hug to end all hugs and yelling, "I love you, Dad! You're home!" at the top of his lungs. And not being able to wait until they can talk about getting some pet fish.

Henry is taking it all in stride.

Me? Well, the last two weeks have been the roughest of all. Operating on survival mode, really - it's kinda all winding down now, and I am feeling a touch anticlimatic at the moment, but I'm pretty certain I'll be crazy excited by about 3 p.m. or so.

We did it! We did it! We did it! Hurray! (Do the Dora and Boots dance here...)

I promise pictures, maybe a few juicy details, and maybe just a quick backwards glance at what we actually did this summer, once I gain a little perspective and catch up with my honey.

And everyone, thanks for sticking with me this summer. Thanks for the comments and the support and the deeply fudgey brownies...You all made it do-able and laughable and bearable.