W is e-mailing me pictures of their time at Disneyworld. Not a lot, just a few showing what they're doing each day. Looking at them hurts a little, no doubt. Talked with the kids on the phone last night. Son sounded a little down, and the first thing he said was "Dad, I wish you could be here at Disney with us." I said "I wish I could too, I'll go with you sometime, ok?" They'll be back Wednesday, and I'm looking forward to this being over.
