Ryan went on a trip up to Spokane for a wedding last Thursday and within the first three hours of him being gone, Norah and I had already broken into the ice cream. I won't try and estimate how many cones I went through for the week he was gone.
I was near tears several times, but only actually cried twice, so I'd say that's a pretty good accomplishment. ;) My sister, Brooklyn, stayed with us while Ryan was gone and even took some time off from work to help out. I think if she hadn't been there, I would have exclusively eaten ice cream and cried a whole lot more.
Norah was pretty happy to tell everyone she could that her daddy got to ride in a big airplane. We finally got to pick him up last night! The girls sure love their daddy!
But I think I was happiest of all! I've already made him promise to never leave us again because I sure do like having him home!