Yesterday was that dreaded day. The one where I say goodbye to my three older children for six weeks while they go to visit their dad in Arizona. I didn't act quickly enough to buy airline tickets, so I rented a car and drove them across the border. This was good because we had that last five hours to spend together before we parted.
This gave them time to insult the music I was playing, which happened to be Simon and Garfunkle's concert in Central Park.
"That's right. Garfunkle. And if you're an American and you don't want to be considered ignorant, you should not say it that way. Please don't tell me you are now a music snob. This music is part of your musical culture. And it's my job to make sure you are musically literate. Plus, it's good. I promise you that Radio Disney does not good music make."
We listened to the whole thing twice and I sang every word in harmony, just like my mother always did. And Conor danced. And when the other teen started to bag on it, the first teen actually piped up and defended it. ("It's not that bad." Darn straight.) Maybe we're making progress.
We saw a hawk fly low right over the highway in front of our car with a snake hanging from its beak.
We discussed Lyndsay's birthday party plans for when she returns. This will be the 5th year in a row that I have not been with Lyndsay on her birthday because it falls right in the middle of summer.
We talked and cracked up, and Aiden counted down the milemarkers. When I could see the exit overpass in the distance, I said, "Oh, I just got that knot in my stomach." Lyndsay said, "Me too. I think our knots are tied together." Probably true. We pulled off the highway at Exit 69 on I-10 and there were my former in-laws waiting to take them away. That was weird. But I squeezed every last ounce of love I could from them. I stared at their faces real close to memorize every freckle and dimple and scar. I kissed them. I took one last picture of each one.
I cried a bit when Lyns couldn't hold it in, bless her heart, and then I watched them drive away. Conor and I headed for home.
Paul and Art sang along with me while Conor danced in the back seat, "Homeward Bound" and "The Sounds of Silence".
It will be a long six weeks. The house is empty and clean. And Conor doesn't know where everybody went. But I have big plans to pass the time and I can't wait to get started!