Beth and the kids took off for Kentucky yesterday, so I am flying solo this week. After four months of intense activity, the prospect of a quiet house was a nice change of pace. However, it was particularly hard to see them leave because the kids are at such a fun age. I can see that my efforts to spend more time with my six year old Luke is making a positive difference in him, so I hated to stop that momentum. But when I heard he climbed the small mountain behind Beth's childhood home today with his older cousin, I knew he was in the right place to be for his Spring Break. The picture above is a few months old, but its the look I imagine he had when he reached the top.