He's back. We made it. Zach flew a red-eye overnight, then hopped on the bus to get here around noon. It's weird how time works, because I swear it slowed to a crawl all of this morning. After waiting for all eternity the boys and I drove into Hanover to pick him up, and then went for a celebratory lunch of pizza. The looks on their faces says it all. That was a long 11 weeks, and now it's over. We only have one week before everyone starts back up at school and the pace of life picks back up again, but hey here's to a week ahead of family time and just enjoying being around each other again.