Butterfly and I just got back from Jacksonville. The train ride back was very uneventful, and very relaxing. I absolutely adore traveling by train.
Butterfly wasn’t quite the weepy, blubbering mess that she thought she was going to be at the train station, although she did shed a few tears as her son pulled away. I think that the reality of her eldest finally leaving the nest hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
When it does, I’ll be here. 
August 24th, 2009 at 8:45 am
Maybe Butterfly is stronger than you give her credit for. It is never good to underestimate a woman’s strength. She may make you sleep on the couch.