No one likes getting to the airport. I hate saying goodbye and Mr Smith can always guess I'll tear up as soon as the words come out. We had A TON of stuff to maneuver through security, but we figured it out. The first flight to Dallas involved her being a wiggly lap child, but at least she didn't try and get down or climb over others. We rotated through 5 minutes of entertainment at a time. For the second flight, we ended up next to a couple of metal rockers who were finishing up a tour - Killer Dwarfs. Very friendly and supportive of my sleep deprived toddler, but luckily she was snoozing once the plane took off and watched a few 10 min promo videos on the Kindle before landing in Charlotte. We made it. Mrs Harriett picked us up and I remembered how much I loved the people of Hickory. I didn't really think I'd ever be back here, at least not for awhile. Plane tickets aren't cheap and we peaced out in a rush 7 months ago. I have bittersweet memories of this ...
It's really just beginning: Sometimes, even as ordinary as it seems, I need to share it. To get it all out there. It drives Mr Smith nuts that I share my life. But I do. And this is it. We aren't perfect, but I love Mr Smith and this blog is dedicated to our life together. It's so I can remember. It's so our children may know."