YBW and I are at the airport waiting for our flight.
Can you guess which coffee is which?
I’ll give you a hint…I don’t take cream.
We just arrive at the gate.
I’m going to journal for a hot second then crack open the first book. He’s going for a walk.
I’m going to miss all y’all! Plesse try not to do anything terribly interesting while I’m gone!
See you in three weeks! ❤
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I’m getting my “basic” on at the airport waiting for my flight to Charleston.
YBW dropped me off early this morning so he could make it to a meeting. Turns out it was a good thing, there were only two security lines open. (Yep. You read that right, only two.)
I was able to read all my email twice before I even got to where the bins are.
I was in line behind a family with a two or three year old. He climbed into his stroller and said: Ta DA! (loved it)
I had concerns they weren’t going to have it together when it came time to actually get theough security. To my delight, this mom, dad, and little boy were on top of it and we got through lickety-split!
Now I’m waiting at the gate, peach green tea lemonade in hand. I’m going to answer email then read my book.
Oh, and listen to Zee Avi.
I got up early this morning to take friends to the airport. I left YBW and his two Things at home fast asleep.
My student (who’s mother died in March) and his daddy are going “home” for Christmas.
Their little family and mine have become so close that we are now truly a part of each other’s families. The little boy calls Thing 2 his daughter. He heard me say it once and then took her all around the school and said to anyone who would listen, “This my daughter, Thing 2.” He also says, “Thing G my favorite.” Mostly he says, “I go you house Robynbird?”
So Thing 2’s three year old “dad”, D has become a ‘nephew’ to YBW and me and his daddy, S feels to me like a ‘younger brother’. This morning I was their big sister/aunt and packed them up and drove them to the airport, left them with hugs and kisses and promises to let me know when they arrived safely.
A song that I always associate with Thing 2 began to play and I was flooded with equal feelings of joy and sadness. My initial concern about starting my day poorly with sadness faded as the song went on and joy overwhelmed my sadness. I’m relieved to realize I can feel sad about missing her but those feelings don’t consume me. The feelings of joy, the memories of driving too fast with the windows down blasting this song and singing it at the tops of our voices are too good to hand over to the sadness of missing my girl.
I drove home as the sky lightened with the idea to stop and get donuts to bring home to the boys…I know what each of them likes so it was pretty easy to choose a dozen and grab a cappuccino on the way home.
So here I sit, with my take out coffee waiting for three boys to wake up. The little Christmas tree lighted, the menorah waiting for it’s last few nights of candles, the stockings hung by the chimney with care and my heart filled with comfort and joy.
I do wish these boys would get on up though, I’m hungry!
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