Norah, on our trip to Pennsylvania Thursday.
We visited Dwayne's oldest friend, Dan Foster, and his family for a night. Before a delicious homemade dinner, our children played together in the grandparents' family room with toys Dan and Dwayne played with as boys. His wife also home schools their children, so I was able to talk to her about several resources I am considering. The visit was a blessing and I am always thankful to God for the Fosters and how much they love and cherish my husband. I am sure that a good portion of the man Dwayne is is due to the Fosters' influence.
Early Friday morning, Dwayne and all the Foster men flew to Florida for a trip to Clearwater beach, a road race, and a Philly's training game to celebrate he and Dan turning 30 this spring. After breakfast, Norah and I managed to get home on our own, only getting turned around once while trying to find the right exits through the Bronx. And, thankfully, I haven't gone into labor while Dwayne's been gone and here's hoping I won't, at least till his plane lands tonight. When I agreed to let him take this trip a few months ago, I was much less likely to deliver any second. But, really, I do hope he is having the time of his life. He works hard, rarely takes time or spends money on himself, so Dwayne certainly deserves this trip.