And I'm Usually So FOND of the Four Letter Words

Well, I certainly have had a busy few days. After a 4 1/2 hour drive in the middle of the night on no sleep and a bladder that has fallen victim to three small humans who thought it made a lovely trampoline, I arrived at the airport in Seattle and boarded a plane bound for the Mile High City. Notice anything missing?
That would be my children, not present. I am here for 7 days with, that's right, NO kids. You'd think I'd be doing jumping jacks, but I'm not. A) I am way to old for jumping jacks. B) I have never left them for this long.

As I took off, the baby 3 seats down from me kept saying "Momma, pwane! Momma, fwy!" And every single inch of me ached for my little girl. As we came into the front range, and Denver stood tall in the distance like a lego creation in a dust storm, I longed for my sons in a way I can't explain.

But, truth be told, I have gotten more accomplished in the past 4 hours than I have in the past 10 months, so there is totally an upside here. And 1of1 has been exchanging the funniest emails with me all day, which is, like, the greatest gift ever.

Except that THIS is the greatest gift ever.

I don't care what I've said before; this right here is the best present I have ever, or will ever, receive. It's not just that it's gorgeous; it's the fact that someone else has taken the time to watch and love my children enough to understand their amazing little nuances. It's perfect in every single way. I spent most of last night staring at it. It makes being apart from them that much easier.

Last night, it was dinner with my very bestest friends, my family of sorts, those people that I love more than anything. Today, it's with the fucking packing.

Move is a four-letter word.