Roger that, three bogeys bearing two-seven-zero, 55 knots!
Target acquired, ETA....five hours.
Roger that, you are go for a CTHF. Advise on initial contact that you have tango.
So, this past weekend, our oldest three have been gone. Up into da great nort dere hey. Uma and Dupe took them to the cabin where they were certain to go fishing, swimming, and who knows what else.
But today, they return. And our lives will be back to normal. Problem is, it was kinda nice having only three little souls to guide through the daily adventure of life. But those thoughts of how "easy" it was to get around, go to the store, eat at a restaurant, etc. are quickly dismissed as new thoughts about what was missing. T-storm, Welly, and Zilla. You just can't replace kids like that. I will be happy with their return. And with them will come the arguments, the bickering, the tattling, the hugs, the hilarious comments, the spirited laughter, the love.
So let them come.