Saturday, March 7, 2009


Norah, on our trip to Pennsylvania Thursday.

We visited Dwayne's oldest friend, Dan Foster, and his family for a night. Before a delicious homemade dinner, our children played together in the grandparents' family room with toys Dan and Dwayne played with as boys. His wife also home schools their children, so I was able to talk to her about several resources I am considering. The visit was a blessing and I am always thankful to God for the Fosters and how much they love and cherish my husband. I am sure that a good portion of the man Dwayne is is due to the Fosters' influence.

Early Friday morning, Dwayne and all the Foster men flew to Florida for a trip to Clearwater beach, a road race, and a Philly's training game to celebrate he and Dan turning 30 this spring. After breakfast, Norah and I managed to get home on our own, only getting turned around once while trying to find the right exits through the Bronx. And, thankfully, I haven't gone into labor while Dwayne's been gone and here's hoping I won't, at least till his plane lands tonight. When I agreed to let him take this trip a few months ago, I was much less likely to deliver any second. But, really, I do hope he is having the time of his life. He works hard, rarely takes time or spends money on himself, so Dwayne certainly deserves this trip.

2 comments:

gina said...

You drove home yourself?! I'm impressed. And feeling a little braver about road trippin' it with the girls this summer without John. :) Hope you stay pregnant just a tad longer. :)

Veronica Boulden said...

I hope I stay pregnant, too, at least for a few more hours! I will leave to go get Dwayne from Hartford airport soon. It was a little crazy getting through the city, so many moves right on top of each other, but I managed not to really loose it even once after getting turned around- a big accomplishment! But, I think we will take the train into the city for field trips. That way, I won't be the driver and finding parking is a nightmare and VERY expensive. ;)

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