My Parents went to Paris and I didn't even get a Tshirt

Over the last couple of months Keith and I have been attending "preparation for Paris" get togethers with our friends and travel partners Catharine, David, Esther and Terry, trying to get projects done around the house, and mentally and financially prepare for the dates knowing Seth would not be going with us. That last part, was by far the hardest. At first I was thinking this will be great for Keith and I, can't wait to spend some time with our friends, and Seth will be able to stay with Nana and have a bunch of together time. Around May, panic started to rear it's ugly head. I realized that we would be away from Seth for 10 days, we would be a country away, and gulp!...we didn't have a living will/trust set up should something happen to us. Yeah, that's what the mind starts doing. You start going thru all these "what if" scenarios that will truly mess with your sleep and conscience. I kept telling myself, "this is good. So good for all of us. Keith and I need a vacation, to be healthy functional parents we need "us" time, Seth probably needs a break from us, Nana and Seth are going to have an amazing time, and I haven't taken a big trip since Africa." I started concentrating on what to pack for him to take to Nana's, what should I pack for myself, and made a list of all the things to do in the house before leaving ie taking out the garbage, emptying refrigerator,etc...anything to re-focus the energy. Lucky for us, Catharine was so amazing about planning the entire trip, making living arrangements and basically graciously taking on the role as group leader/tour guide. We had a phenomenol trip, by day 2 I was at peace with having a vacation without our son, realized that he was probably enjoying himself just as much if not more than us, and felt good for finally doing something I hadn't done since the day he was born....relaxed a bit. I've no pics to post of Seth at Nana's while we were in Paris. She has no camera. But I'm sure there were cookies, playing in mud puddles, and all things Nana's will never divulge. Sweet!