The hardest part...

I hope we just did the hardest part of this move... Saying goodbye. Tucking the kids in and kissing them goodnight for possible the last time until Thanksgiving was tough. Dylan took it well, but poor Gavin couldn't understand why he couldn't come scuba dive with me in New York. He kept saying he was a big boy and could do it. So damn cute it was heartbreaking, and the little guy did manage to make my eyes wet. I'm already thinking I'm going to have to hop on a redeye back for a long weekend at some point half way to Thanksgiving.. Just too long. Tiff was strong until the security gate and cracked a little.. I love you babe - it's going to work out ok; it always does for us. Just think, maybe the hardest part is over already. Next stop, ringing in Tiff's bday on top of the empire state building! And now the easy part - hop in the East River and get to work!