happy landings…

So I just got back from the airport after dropping off Emma and Toby. They’re going to be in England and Scotland for a couple of weeks, coming back just before Christmas. We’d primed Toby about the trip for a few days, telling him how he was going to go on a big plane with Mummy to see all his relations. He seemed pretty excited about the whole thing, although I’m pretty sure he knew something was up that we didn’t mention me going. He was in pretty good spirits at the airport, and so were Emma and I until it was suddenly boarding time – it was waaaaaay harder to see them go than I expected, and I expected it to be pretty difficult. Fortunately I was able to take some time before having to drive home, whereas Emma had to be at least pretending to be perky for Toby’s sake. They’re currently somewhere over Eastern Canada and with a bit of luck Toby’s eating the child’s meal we ordered for him. I’m sure they’re doing fine but it’s a strange feeling overall.

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