Last night I awoke to the rumblings of my stomach signalling the "yucks" had taken hold and it was going to be a bumpy ride. Long, not fun night.
This morning I am better but still under the weather.
Oma left just about 30 minutes ago, Paul took her to the airport. I have spent the past 30 minutes consoling my boys, one at a time, as they cry and realize how much they'll miss Oma.
This is going to be a loooooooooooooooooong day for all involved.
Safe travels Oma! We love you and miss you already.