slow evening

Only two and a half hours left before I leave to pick Jason up at the airport.  I am looking forward to seeing him.  The house doesn't feel the same without him.  Noah is thrilled that his grammy and grampy are finally here.  Micah is calm.  Evenings are so quiet once the kids are in bed.  I enjoy the silence of that hour or so before sleep comes to stake it's claim.  I know that Jason is going to be ready for a hot shower and a soft bed with freshly laundered sheets.  I look forward to hearing about his experiences in Haiti this trip.  I have a feeling that it will have to wait until tomorrow.  I am so tired that I could set the alarm to wake me to get there on time for pick up.