My reunion was an absolute blast. Lots of late nights (hi, up until 4 am), laughs, tears and liquor. Good times. I was so happy to be sitting and chatting with my girls that I had a perma-grin for 3 days straight. My anxiety about having to re-tell my Coach horror stories was not needed. I wasn't asked but a few times and I was cool about telling a story here and there. What a great weekend.
I flew home on the 10th anniversary of 9-11. My parents were kinda freaking...and probably because my dad worked for Joint Terrorism Task Force-Homeland Security for so long. The airport had this silent-air about it. No one was saying it but everyone was thinking it. It was eery in a way. Most people whispered. And security was extra extra extra extra tight. I was ok with the tight security. Pretty sure that was the safest day ever to fly.
I was so excited to see Ava and Todd. When I hopped in the car at the airport and tried to kiss Ava she was shocked to see me...then turned her head away when I asked for a kiss. She was pissed at me. No smile...just a sad furrowed brow. She's only 1 1/2 years old. All that night she only wanted Todd. She would freak if I left the room...but wouldn't let me hold her or kiss her. Silly girl. Broke my heart. The next morning I heard her calling my name....mama....mama....mama. I went in her room and she started jumping up and down so happy to see me and so full of kisses. That's my girl. We had a great say playing & cuddling. Back. To. Normal. Phew.
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