Travis.

Pretty much he rocks. I've posted about Travis before but when you move across the country and don't have the convenience of seeing the people you've spent nearly all your life around you realize how much you miss them. Travis is one of those people. Travis is often mistaken for my "other child". That hasn't changed. The first day he was here the kid at the grocery store asked me who was my oldest child. When I pointed to Nichol he looked perplexed and said even older then the boy? Poor kid.

Travis went on all of our major family vacations. (which were really just Disneyland. All. The. Time.) Travis was our third set of hands. Our kids didn't know what it was like not to have Travis around. Then Travis got the crazy idea to go to bible college. We drove with his parents to drop him off. We cried. And went to Disneyland. We were happy to think Travis would come "home". He didn't. He went to Europe. Then he came home. For awhile. Then we moved. While he was in Europe again.

When he spontaneously asked if he could come visit for a week it was a no brainer. Come hell or high water we'd make it work. He's here. We love it. Its hard to believe he's leaving in three days. We'll cry. Maybe hurricane Ida will keep his plane from taking off. The kids are praying.

Travis is headed back to Europe after the holidays and we're pretty sure he won't be back for a long time. He has a one year internship at the bible college there. A five year visa. Frankly I don't want to think about it.

Rather lets talk about how much fun we've had and the fact that we went to the beach and played tag in the dark, Busch Gardens yesterday, and tonight he played truth or dare with my oldest two children and I laughed so hard I cried. I may or may not have video taped. More pictures to come.

Phew. Day 8 of 30.