We are going on our first week long adventure next month.
25 days from now.
We will be married 15 years in June and it's our anniversary trip.
We've been together nearly 20 years.
It still doesn't hide the fact that the week we are gone, we'll be missing alot.
A lot of kid stuff.
Like K's last day of preschool.
Like all 3 kids went to this preschool and this is our last child's last day there.
Her teachers are like family to us.
We'll miss her graduation program.
Her cute end of the year program where they sing adorable songs and smile big when they see you in the audience.
Maybe a parent in the class can Facetime it to me. If I ever figure out how to do it on my phone.
Then DQ reminded me that it will be the first time in like 6 years that I'll be missing dance photos. Where I stand around while the girls change in and out of their recital costumes and get photographed for about 4 hours.
"Who will do K's hair?! I'll be busy changing, and doing my own hair."
Grandma I guess.
For sure I'll have to buy all those photos now.
Way to guilt me kids.
Coach Hubby and I will also miss My Boy's last scheduled baseball game of the season. One of his assistant coaches, Grandpa T will be missing it too.
Super guilt on who will manage the team, but I'm confident someone will step up. Probably one of the moms!
So sure, we go away and life will go on without us, and it will be just fine.
I'll have to drown myself in Mai Tais to deal with the guilt, but I'm sure I will be okay.
I mean, how often can you say you rode a bike down a volcano?