Look! Here's Middle shortly after landing in Denver yesterday.
This photo is important for several reasons (aside from the fact that I have NOTHING to write about without it)...let's discuss.
First of all: isn't he a darling boy for letting me know he arrived safely?
The photo isn't how he let me know he arrived safely - this is:
I didn't even TELL him to text me when he landed. I'm patting myself on the back here for raising him right/correctly/to cope with my anxiety levels when he travels.
Let's remember, the only things I actually TOLD him to do was wear sunscreen in Death Valley and stay hydrated.
And what does he have in his left hand in the picture? A BOTTLE OF WATER.
I tell you, the child is a genius.
As for the location of the photo, he's in front of one of the unbelievably creepy murals they have in the Denver airport. You should google Denver's airport. It's a fascinating place.
Yes, that is the angel of death with an AK47.
Yes, those are weeping women with dead babies.
Yes, yes, the letter in the bottom right of the picture was written by a 14 year-old who did not survive the holocaust.
These are all exactly the kinds of things one wants to see before boarding that long flight, aren't they?
I don't expect to hear from him much (and I don't text him when he is working as he texts back "WORKING") but he did call last night to tell me something funny and I asked if he ate (yes, a burger) and if his hotel was "fancy" (yes, The Magnolia) and if we can just get me through that part with the helicopters I think I'll be okay.