Empty Nesters

Friday's picture....

We dropped my youngest son off at the airport and I tried so hard not to cry - but when I saw the tears in my husband's eyes, the floodgates were opened. Several people smiled at us as we walked out of the airport wiping away our tears.

Instead of going back to an empty house, my husband took me to the coolest little Bed and Breakfast in St. Augustine. We walked around downtown and began the beginning of our empty nest adventures.

I only called the boy twice. And texted three times.