He’ll be just
fine
the Boy, that is. He’ll be just fine. Honestly and truly. And you know that I would not lie to you, right? Right!
The Boy and I are off on our adventure to Washington, D.C. It’ll start with a trip up to Anchorage by road (please, no snow this time!), a viewing of my four (!!!) photos which were selected to be hung in the Fur Rondy Photo Contest (beeeg smile!)?and an overnight stay at a hotel close to the airport . . . then an early morning shower and mad dash to the airport to meet the girl’s chaperone at the airline desk by 6:30 a.m.
Flight leaves at 9.
Lessa
will
be
FINE
really and truly she will – you will, my girl. I was when you took off and went to New Yawk and when you went to Florida and then to Europe . . . TWICE . . . without me. I was when your sister did this very trip at the oh, so tender age of 14.
Really and truly I was fine.
just fine
after . . .
yup, you know.
😉
see you the 11th! We’ll be just fine!
What a gramma!
*sniffles* I’m fine. Really. I’m handling this beautifully. I’m not worried at all. Honest. I’m fine! You n he are FINE! Just cuz it’s his first ever trip without his momma and he flew ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE COUNTRY and all….
….
….
*Sniffles*
(and for the record, I didn’t go across country/outa country until i was SIXTEEN! two whole years older! and no, he can’t go. *LOL*)