Yesterday, I drove my 3 to the halfway point between Da Plains and Where We Were From Before. It took a little more than 6 hours. I left at 6am. B could not go; I drove alone. The kids were wonderful the whole way.
I burned 6 new CDs for the trip and I sang my lungs out the entire time.
At 1pm, Shoes pulled into the parking lot at Chili's. B sent me a text that was everything I needed to lift me up at that moment. I got out of the truck, kissed the kids, handed over the suitcases, got back into my truck, and then drove away. LITERALLY. I think I might have said 10 words to him. Not rude, but... not worried this time. Just, not. I didn't have a million questions worth asking. It didn't matter that I really should ask him about child support and why I'm not getting any, because he was taking his kids for 3 weeks. HE DIDN'T CHANGE HIS MIND. Praise God!
So, yes. They are Where We Were From Before for 3 weeks. B is keeping me busy... in fact, we have a tee time at 5:00 tonight! Go, me!
But please pray. Please pray for their safety and health and security while they are there. Pray that I continue to remember that they are on loan from God in the first place and He is always with them, especially when I cannot be. Pray they have a ball and I stay occupied. Then pray a word of thanks that Shoes took them this year! Thank you all!