Well, we are still home tonight. No Sanibel. Momma just couldn't get on that plane without you. This trip was supposed to be our trip with you. Even with Froggy stowed away in Dadda's pocket, I couldn't do it. It's funny the things that force me to hit the wall. Turns out the physical act of this trip was one of the unexpected triggers.
We will figure out a way to make this trip eventually. For now, I am allowing myself to be sad and to miss you. Curling up in bed with Zeke The Cat seems to be the best therapy tonight.
Hopefully our luggage will come back tomorrow...glad at least it got to see Ft. Myers for a bit. I love you my sweet 'Nut. Sorry I wasn't able to take your memory to the beach. Not yet, at least. To the moon and back, baby boy.