my baby's gone...

My baby's all growed up! (sniff, sniff)

{Insert bluesy, wailing, rockin' music here, like this tremendous rendition of My Baby's Gone featuring Fleetwood Mac, Buddy Guy, and more.}

I will have to manage the housebuilding project by myself for 2 weeks because Eden is on vacation! I just escorted him to Las Vegas airport today to meet up with his grandmother who is taking him to Florida for fun in the sun. Here they are boarding the plane:

This building project has been hard on all of us. Grueling hours, tough physical labor, very little time off. When E got the offer from his generous and caring grandparents for an all-expenses-paid vacation to Florida and Arizona, we couldn't turn it down.

I must admit, my emotions are complex. On the one hand, I'm thrilled that my boy is so brave and grown up and independent. He's been nothing but unequivocally thrilled about this trip since it was suggested. On the other hand, he's my baby! And 2 weeks is a freaking eternity! The longest he's been away from us in the past is one overnight here in Utah that was less than 24 hours.

I'll miss him, but I plan to make the most of this break and get all sorts of things done that are harder to do when he's here. I plan to get the house closed in enough to heat it and turn on the plumbing so when he gets back things are easier at the building site. Oh, and I also plan on going on a few dates with my husband! ;)