Declan spent the entire week at Grandma and Grandpa's in Ottawa.
He was really excited about being there and getting to spend so much time with his cousins but the goodbye was tough. It didn't last long after we'd left but when we were leaving there were many tears. He is after all just a little boy. We sure were proud of him each day. He'd have a morning call with Daddy and evening calls with us both and he'd tell us about his day. He was a good boy for Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Marissa, his stubbornness around food being the only real challenge. A week full with crafts, pool, splash pad, parks, museum, mini golf and movie...followed up with La Machine when we got to Ottawa at the end of the week and a late night running around with Holden.
It's no wonder Declan crashed for nearly two hours of the ride home.
Tonight when I checked in on him before coming to bed I just stared at him. His freckles, his little hands and just how peaceful he is. He really is just the coolest person I've ever known.
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