Going kid-less for a week

Today marked the third year in a row where my Dad and sister have taken our kids for a week-long trip to cottage country. For the last two years they've gone to Jessica Lake Lodge but this year they went to Rushing River. I got the safe arrival call a couple of hours ago and it sounds like the kids have settled in and are already enjoying themselves having declared this new place better than the old place. The kids were looking forward to the trip for a long time and Tobey and I will have some time for just the two of us so be listening for sirens in St. Vital. We'll miss them and I'm sure that they'll miss us, well, their mother anyways. One added bonus this year is that they'll be spending time with children's entertainer Al Simmons whose wife is a friend of my sister. I went tobogganing with Al this past winter and had a lot of fun. I don't know if I was maybe more excited about the prospect of spending time with Al than the kids were.


It also happens to be our wedding anniversary on Monday and we need to make final preparations for our family road trip coming up. This will be like a little holiday before the big holiday in a way but it's always very strange when they're gone. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and I've realized over the last three years that this is indeed true.