Getting old...

We left this morning for Kuaui (yippee!), and when Boyd arrived at 7:45 to take us to the airport, it took a good half hour for Steve to go through the house ONE MORE TIME to make sure that every light was off, every lock was in place, every little possible item he would need for our trip was packed. And please do not rush him, it will just fluster him even more. I've learned this over the years. Getting out the door is a process. We had to move all four cars around, and get keys/remotes together to give to Jody (who will be picking us up when we come back). Finally, I just joined the girls in the waiting car, knowing that Steve would come out eventually. He came out the front door, locked it, checked it and we were ready to go. After a little glitch at the airport (I had to run back to check some lacrosse sticks through--the TSA wouldn't let us take them through security...you have to worry about Madi using it as a weapon!) we finally made it on the plane and all the worries and stress of the last week were a memory. Then Steve leaned over to me and asked, "Did I lock the front door?" I am just wearing a Big Ol' Smile!