Well, we are down to a week plus a few days.
Nate will be leaving for Afganistan in 10 days -and- I didn't even know how to spell Afganistan until today.
As time goes by faster than I can keep up, I feel the need to document a few 'last time' for a while.
This morning, all is quiet, no one has pattered down the 96 year old wooden steps to find a couch, warm blanket and a TV full of cartoons and still no one has asked, "What are we doing today?" and not tried to negotiate for better plan.
Instead we will do what we do on other weekends. Life still as normal.
We are taking the boys to the capital for an indoor picnic.
Elizabeth is finishing up a poster project for her literature class.
All of us are going ice skating, though Jake will be done with it all in 10 minutes, so I will take him to Target.
Nate will probably do some handy manning around the house and I will continue on with organizing the new house and laundry, always laundry.
So, the week of 'last time' feels like a 'normal time' and thats a good feeling.
