We're off.

The dreaded trip.  Almost every year there is some sort of business trip that Pete and I both have to attend.  Sometimes for a week, sometimes two.  These trips seem like a good idea when they're presented to me.  We've seen some amazing places around the world.  But the few days before we depart the girls are miserable - crying and begging me not to go.  I always wonder if the trips are worth having to see these beautiful girls so upset.  They usually get over their misery after a few days, but right now that doesn't seem possible.  Thankfully they have grandparents who understand this and desperately try to cheer them up.