July 31, 2012
And the month ends for me in MN. This has been a much more traveling summer than I planned, and so I watch the 2-year-old in my home airport excitedly pointing to our arriving plane, and feel a touch of envy. I do remember when plane flights were fun. This one is delayed, but luckily I can wait it out at home, finishing up some house-keeping chores. I am met at my destination airport by a 3-year-old superhero in cowboy boots, undies, and a green frog terrycloth cape, fresh from his bath. And, of course, his parents, my daughter and her husband. We stay up too late as I catch up on their news. My daughter ended her old job today, starts a new one tomorrow. The move to their new house is stalled in get-ready, get-set mode. But I am here to help so I begin to look for ways I can.