I’m flying home to Nashville for the weekend. Actually, I’m sitting at my gate in Austin… glaring at the board that I now have a 15 minute delay.
I can’t have delays today. It’s one of those flights that make my husband and I shake our heads at our life.
See, I land in time to have a quick dinner with him before taking him to the bus for the weekend. So I get home in time for him to leave.
We do that sometimes.
The most extreme case was when he parked our truck in short term and we met at the airport in time for him to give me a kiss and tell me where to find it. He flew out as I drove home.
That’s our life!
Go. Go. Go.
And I wouldn’t trade it.