Half Way

Tonight at dinner Kent keeps telling me, "I want Dada! I want Dada! Dada get in the bus? Mama, I want Dada!" Me too, Kent-dude, me too! We are half way there and I'm so glad! Tomorrow we will be closer to the end of this thing than we to the beginning. The half hourish we get a day to talk is not quite enough for any of us! We can do this! We can make it! We are half way there!