Here I am, alone, waiting to board a flight to visit my friend, Mary Catherine. Feels surreal. Everything I'm usually on high alert for (high chairs to eat dinner, elevators for the stroller, negotiating the elusive empty seat for our "infant in arms" traveler, etc) is an exercise in retraining my mind.
It wasn't easy to leave. It's not easy to sit here while the rest of my body is back at home. I just really love those guys, you know?
This is good for me. I'm crazy excited to spend the time with my dear friend. It's going to be a blast. I have no doubt of these things.
It's really hard, though.