Admission....

I have to admit...I miss my boys.

I have been away for over a week now and I miss them terribly. That's not to say that I couldn't stay here for another month and enjoy every moment, but I would need a big hug and kiss from all FOUR of them to survive another month.

I miss Joe's little jokes and loving glances. I miss being in bed with him and Jules every night. I miss going to bed every night, knowing that he loves me deeply and unconditionally. I'll be glad to be in bed (sleeping you heathens!) tomorrow night.

I miss Frankie's smiling face. I miss his "I love you"'s every night when I tuck him in. I miss his school stories every night.

I miss Nicholas' laugh. I miss his questions about the computer. I miss alleviating his little fears when I turn out the light every night.

I miss Julian's voice. I miss his bug hugs and smooches. I miss his sweet face sleeping in my bed each night. I miss hearing him act like a Power Ranger. I miss hearing him calling, "Moooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy!" from the bottom of the stairs.

I can't wait to see them...and I will...tomorrow. Well, Sunday for me. England is 5 hours ahead, so when we arrive in Toronto at 10:00 pm, it will really be 3:00 am for Mum and I. NOT looking forward to adjusting back to Toronto time. UGH.

Sunday is Frankie's thirteenth birthday. OMG...thirteen. Nicholas' birthday is on Monday...ten. TEN! I feel like SUCH an old bag.

I will post a full summary of this fantastic trip, along with tons of pics once I am home and settled...I have been pampered and loved on and have had SUCH a good time. Sadly, the best trips are the hardest ones to end. :o(

Off to eat my final British meal...roast lamb, roast potatoes, kidney beans and carrots. Mmmmm....