The boys are home!
Their plane got in fifteen minutes early last night. Madison ran into Noah’s arms and he said, “Wow, did you grow last week???”
Brett missed me as much as I missed him and — for the first time in a decade — isn’t mourning about leaving Portland. It’s changed so much since we lived there that it’s not the same city. As he was walking around where we used to live (222 SW Harrison) and taking in all the enormous buildings that have gone up he just felt ready to come back home.
Noah somehow got huge in a week. He’s filling out — like his kneecaps are getting bigger! Last night I was thinking how that bright-eyed little boy is gone forever and indulging in some sad about it. He’s moving away from us — just as he should be — and thickening up in preparation for a big growth spurt in his teens and it’s starting to erase some of the child he was. (Listen to me — I sound like he’s moving out next week!)
Anyway, Noah loved the trip, loved Portland, loved all the movies he watched and donuts he ate. He’s hoping to come out with me when I’m there for the AAC conference; we’ll be staying in Wick and Karoline’s cottage. (If budget permits the rest of the family will come, too, but right now it looks it’ll just be the two of us.)
Our “big boy” is home too, but he was quite late, unfortunately (had to rent a car to come from D.C. to Philly) and the boys were sleeping in the car when I picked him up at the airport (he had to drop off the car there and get his bag).