escalate

What is tough? I'll tell you. It's being at the airport choking on yourself while your parents do the same, and then finally letting them break free for the escalator and the soon thereafter security station, waving like an idiot as they slowly fly up a few levels. It's knowing how much you miss them, and ignoring the fact that running for said escalator would give you five, ten, fifteen more minutes of the obvious: I'LL MISS YOU. YOU'LL MISS ME. WE ARE LUCKY LIKE THIS. It's forcing yourself to walk away and not claim that miserable kind of facetime, even though you can't have anything like it until July, and July is a long three months away.

We had a wonderful time. All three, eight and ten of us. Ten people in my house! Clean towels for all and nobody slept on the tile!







AND! Listen, maybe a ton of you have plans, but I'll be in Oregon over the fourth of July weekend. A wedding down south for a day and a half, the rest spent curled like a kitten in Mom and Dad's living room. It's brief, it's awesome, stop by so we can hug.

One million thank yous to all our March visitors. Best month yet.