On Saturday, the boys left with their grandpa and grandma for a trip to Yellowstone. I received a few texts. A phone call, now and then.
Then, in the middle of the week, I heard my husband talking in the other room, first with Elder then Younger, which confused me because I hadn’t heard his phone ring. So, when he returned to the living room, I lifted an eyebrow at him.
“Well,” he said, “they might call you. But I can call them.”
And this man claims he’ll be just fine when those two disappear to college.
The state of denial is a mighty fine place to live.
Until you have to leave it.