I'mmmmm Back!

So. . . where to start? When I got to the gate to leave, I was feeling pretty lonely without kids climbing all over me. I didn't know quite what to do with myself until I spotted a mom my age with five. . yes I said five children. The oldest of which was E's age. So I stood up and went over to inform her I was helping her with her kids on the plane. She graciously accepted, and so I was entertained by her very well behaved children on the flight to vegas. She is definately much braver than I going alone with five small kids, but they were on their way to a funeral.
Her boy who was H's age was telling me about the church they go to and asked me if I believed in Jesus, and I said "I do". It was very cute. It totally made my day that they were on my flight. I think it made me feel less guilty about leaving my own kids. . . as crazy as it sounds.

(To be continued, kids are calling!)