Airports bring me anxiety. When I was younger-I'd look forward to go, there was no better place! Papa would drive round and round into the parking garage. I always got wings-and was always shy as anything. Mom went on business trips often, they were always exciting. Drop her off, watching her pass through her gate and look out the window to see if we could see her in her tiny window. The best though, was to go and collect her-to bring flowers and hide behind your back and to see your momma again!
Airports bring anxiety to me now, because of all the goodbyes. The hardest goodbyes were done in airports, left to yourself, sobbing. As you walk through security-making yourself sick from crying, your mind urges you on, but your heart is convincing you to turn around and run back.
Last night, as the anxiety approached-the car growing closer and closer to the incoming flights-it was all swept away by greeting my fairy, Lilly.

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I took the day off, dreadfully sick. After dropping The Mr. off to work-I came home, stole the babe from the crib and held her… fed her. and fell asleep with her.

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That's my girl.









