I just spent 13 hours traveling alone with two small children (there were also 3 hours to the airport with my mom and 2 hours driving home after Marcus grabbed us!). We waited in an airport, flew across an ocean and experienced boarding and runway delays, made it through customs and immigration, and finally met up with my husband, whom we haven’t seen in almost 4 weeks.
I feel empowered.
I kept my cool with the the girls–I was calm, patient, and together. I was organized. I was in charge.
I am proud of myself.
I am home.