Time
to go. Moustache man bustled around us, stacking my bags into the back of
his shuttle like a Tetrus master, while I hurriedly absorbed those last
precious hugs. I piled myself into the last fold-down seat and smiled out of
the over-tinted windows as the sliding door slammed to a conclusive shut next
to me. Normally I can handle this part. What got me was the tiny hand of that
miniature man waving at me from inside his mommy’s fingers. And the eyes. They
have the same big ol’ globes for eyes, letting you see right into their mushy
center at any given moment. Kylee and Ryder waved at me together – Mom at their
side, blowing kiss after kiss, brimming with tears, and, like always, like me,
grinning from ear to ear. And who did I think I was? Some strong-independent-woman
type? Some globe-trotter-who-never-misses-home type? Some kind of too-tough-to-cry
type? A baby changes that. A year at home living with your mother and your
sister as your best friends and closest allies changes that. The shades came down
and, without my permission, my own little green globes flooded with 70% water behind them. How
was I going to go for so long this time? In baby time, that can be the
difference between silent gummy smiles and “Auntie Bug”. I promised myself to
Skype them this time. Thank the lordy, lordy, Lord for technology!
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| One of the pictures that gets me through the day! On my wall in front of my desk. |
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| Pismo Beach! Mom and Tyke! This photo is on my wall right next to the first. |
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