Time's Quickly Ticking

The days are quickly running together.

Mike and Aaron returned from Springfield, Ohio where they enjoyed being around other Scout truck owners.

The cat missed Aaron being away for two day.
Don't know what she'll do for 10 months. 

Aaron came home and found his driver's license.

Sunday we all attended church one last time. The priest called Aaron forward to give him a small Franciscan Cross for his travels as he reminded him he is an ambassador of not only his country but the church as well. He said a prayer and blessed him. Then he hugged Aaron. Finally tears began to fall. Just for the record, let it be known that Mike and Aaron were the first two to shed the most tears. It was only when I got a good look at them crying after Mass that I started to cry.

Aaron began to pack his suitcase.

I called the airlines only to discover he will NOT be able to carry on his guitar for the overseas portion of his trip. Now we are in a scramble coming up with alternative plans.

We ate our neighborhood diner, Rich's Cafe, for lunch for the last time. Either Aaron and Mike have been eating there on Saturday mornings since Aaron was born, or we've all stopped there together after Mass on Sundays. The owner was more than willing to give Aaron one of their uniform shirts...straight from New Haven, Indiana.

We've also been trying to straighten up the house and get the grass cut before some friends, family and neighbors arrive tomorrow night for a farewell campfire. Nothing fancy...just hot dogs, marshmallows, and water. Mostly a time just for hugs and good wishes.

Time keeps on ticking and slipping, and in between we grab a few winks.

Just four more days.