And he's gone.

Deep sigh, right?  Paul left Tuesday afternoon.  We're hoping he's home by Christmas, though given the current state of affairs in the world (Japan, Libya, al Quaeda, etc.) I'm not going to hold my breath.  What I AM going to hold is my babies, who are daily reminders of their daddy.  Especially William, who is, obvi, Paul's mini me.  The resemblance between the two of them is scary. 

I mean, I gave birth to TWO babies, you'd think at least ONE of them could look like me, right?  Wrong.

That's all I've got.  We were lucky enough to get some amazing pictures taken by an incredible photographer and I stare at them approximately eleventy billion times a day.