Sunday night: You can't see them, but Jack and Matt are in the dark in the background. The four of them were playing bags in the backyard after we got back from eating Mexican food at Santa Fe.
Memorial Day morning. Nate's flight was at 1:20pm, so we headed to O'Hare a little before 11:00. Nate went and dragged Deb out of bed for the occasion. I had done all my weeping and wailing for the past several nights, so I was pretty composed at the airport. It was still very hard to see him go. Enough said.
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