In the mailbox

 The kids are getting used to surprises being in the mailbox from Grandma and Grandpa. Their first package came with this letter that makes me cry every time I read it or even see it in the drawer. I know every word is true and I have such guilt for the sadness our move has caused them. We can't wait for November 15 at 10:30p.m. when we get to go pick them up from the airport.

"Dear Bennett and Libby,
Do you know I was thinking about you today? I think about you everyday and I imagine you playing in your new toy room and peeking through Dad's office door when he's working and looking in your garden for vegetables and sitting at your little table to eat and playing in your backyard and laying in your new bed in your new room. I bet your pictures look great hanging in your new room. And I think about you trying to tell to Mom that you are hungry because she doesn't know that kids are ALWAYS hungry. (That is something Bennett told my Mom one day while forcing out tears. "I'm always hungry because I'm a kid and kids are always hungry and Mom doesn't know it" He is famous for trying to get Grandma to feel bad for him and it always works)

We are trying to buy plane tickets to come visit you at Thanksgiving time. That will be in about 79 days and that is a very long time to miss you. I will stay very very busy and the days will go fast.

I am sending you a few little things. I hope you like them. All of them are for Bennett and Libby but the big blue book is for Mom and the little blue book is for Dad.

You have a fun day and help Mom and Dad. We love you all and miss you.
Grandma and Grandpa Dean"

This one came with Bennetts name on it.

Who needs packing peanuts when you could just use fruit snacks. 32 packages of them. That's just Grandpa putting his spin on things.

One package came for Libby with 12 little monkeys inside that she insisted in carrying all at the same time. It was kind of a circus act, one would drop and she would bend to get it and drop two more and so on.