This morning I sort of started off on the wrong foot.
It's a long, dramatic story, but I somehow lost my license out on the miles of pavement at the airport this morning. I didn't notice until it was almost too late- the guys at the security check said, "Oh, we can still get you on the plane without your license... but it won't be pretty." (body cavity searches, anyone? no thanks.)
So after declining that, I got down on my knees right there in the airport and said a prayer. Oh man, I did NOT want to miss my flight, or this trip, and miss meeting some great new clients. I did not want to start bawling like a baby right then and there. I checked my bags and pockets and shoes and everything else possible, then set off to scour the pavement.
I traced my steps a thousand times. Then, went back to check once more. Nothing. Headed back to the terminal to accept my fate, whatever it was... and looked back over my shoulder one more time. And! I saw my license, flat against the side of a curb about 40 feet away.
How the heck did I see that thing?! I dunno. I'm so thankful I found it.
Next I headed to the gate to board the plane. Turns out, it was not a big jet like normal, but a tiny little toy plane. Aw nuts. I hate those things... for good reason.
But- here I sit in my hotel room, happy and safe, blogging away. I miss my Tyler, and my children. I imagine that Isaac is sleeping on my side of the bed- a privilege he enjoys only when I'm gone. Izzy probably is in her own bed, with toys piled on top of her face and she's probably stripped down to her undies. Never can keep clothes on.
Life is good, you know?
Here's a little sneek peek for Kim, who begged for one. Sometimes I'm nice like that.
I miss NYC.
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