It's that time.

I guess it's that time. I've changed flights home at least 3 times already, but the truth is ...



Most everything has been moved and the closet's filling up...

Dinner was FANTASTIC.....

the roof-top pictures have been taken, and one last 'sleep-over' in the old apartment...

The kids have 'staked out' their TV spots...

A couple of more pictures taken this morning...

And the banana cake is cooling on the stove top now.

The kids are home now in their own homes. It's time for me to go home.

Can I go back when they were all little?