My last take-off from DFW airport before I move here. Despite having less than 3 weeks before I move, the goodbyes continue to become increasingly more difficult each time. Patience.
Last night there were tears on my end (again) as we sat in the airport parking lot, yet we were granted a reprieve as delays stalled my departure until today. Exhaustion immediately left us as we returned to a family Memorial Day get-together to join in another game of disc golf. Fire flies dances in the night- something I haven’t seen since summers in Austria, yet I lived in this region for 7 years. It’s astonishes me what we see. Priorities and awareness.
Our three days were a beautiful, action-packed, mini super-casual honeymoon in the home we will reside in for a few years until children graduate from high-school. With an air
mattress for a bed(and subsequent box as a night stand), we enjoyed the house to ourselves until we all move in together in mid-June. Who said Christenings were only for infants and ships?
Ethan was at the airport to pick me up. I hafta give that kid some credit: driving 45 minutes during rush hour through California’s state capital to an airport with confusion signs. Problem is, he parked in economy parking, so I had to wait 15 minutes for the bus to pick me up and deliver me there. We got into a bit of an argument driving home; typical teenage/parent stuff which is quite age-appropriate, yet I learned rather quickly he was actually upset about something else and since I am his safe person, he did the same thing he’d do as a child and took it out on me. As the adult, I need to remember not to let my buttons be pushed so easily by him. I need to remember he is a teenager who is struggling with the fact that I’m about to move halfway across the country and I know that is a very pressing issue with him.
Speaking with Derek tonight, I realized that our July wedding in Texas is probably more of a confirmation for me than a ceremony for the kids. Every day I am astonished and in awe of the fact that I get to be married to this human being. I have never felt so safe, so cared for, so loved by another. His vows are his Truth: love is a verb to him. I have known some really wonderful men in my life, but this one tops the cake.
Pics: Final flight; Beautiful Fort Worth sky; Mu husband’s hand.
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