Today is the day. The kids and I took Matthew to the airport to catch his flight to St. Paul. It will be two weeks before we get to see him again, but I don't think that reality has really sunk in yet. It feels like he is just at work, and will be walking through the door any minute now, ready for dinner. We will read the kids a bedtime story, then cuddle up on the couch and talk about our day. Except...we wont. Not tonight, and not for the next 3 months. This is going to be so hard. :(
