It was sad to say goodbye to Becky and my mom and dad, it always is. But I am so grateful that I had the chance to make the trip in the first place, and in that case, it was hard to be too wretched about the whole thing. (By the way, thanks Beck, for being a guest blogger. And thanks for your encouraging email this morning: Okay, I mean, you need to blog. Like, I can't keep doing it for you. I have my own blog to attend to you know.) Don't mind me. I'm just recovering from a nine thousand mile trip. I flew all that way, and boy are my arms tired. (Hilarious. I know.)
The flights home were uneventful. And now, given the chance of flying solo, I have discovered that I can't really sleep on planes anymore. Jason and I used to stay up all night before our international flights and then just pass out once we boarded the plane. We'd crack an eyeball open for meals, but that was about it. Yeah, well. I can't do that anymore. But the good thing is that now, when I'm flying with the kids and not sleeping 'cause I'm walking up and down the aisle with a baby, I won't be as bitter thinking, "I could be asleep right now."
It was great to get home and see the kids! Ava and Nate came with Jason to the airport and we were thrilled to see each other. In the car on the way home, Nate said, "Mom, I missed you 200 meters!" For you Americans, that is about 656 feet. I'm thinking that's a lot of missing.
Grace was a little more ambivalent. When she saw me, the most perplexed look came across her face. I've never seen a baby look perplexed, but there you have it. She let me hold her and warmed up to me as the day went on, but at that first meeting, I could tell she was trying to work out what was going on.
I think I'll eventually be forgiven. I let her play with my phone yesterday so she'd stay on my lap and now it's wigging out. The screen is going all wonky. Oh well. That's the price of motherhood, I suppose.
Happy mother's day, everyone! I am glad to be with my family today, and I hope you can be with the folks you love, too.