Some people are bad at good byes. They are the ones with uncontrollable tears, and the need to give pre, actual, and post hugs. As of today I am one of them.
Attempt #1: My family began to get their move on around 6 this morning when they took me and my 150 lbs of luggage to the airport to see me off to D.C.. After checking in my bags we had two hours to spare.
[Side Note: The Albuquerque Airport Albuquerque
So after eating breakfast we headed to security and inevitable what we thought were our final good byes. After lots of hugs, kisses, and a few jokes I headed for my gate. I didn’t make it 10 steps before tears began pouring down my face. I did the only thing that came natural. I went back to my Mum.
Attempt #2: Obviously I hadn’t said a proper good bye the first time. The solution, more hugs, and a few additional “I love you”s. This of course was followed by a giant group hug (if I would have been thinking strait it would have been a cinnamon roll hug!). “Okay that should do it…I can do this,” I repeated to myself with dry eyes and once again headed to my gate. This time I only made it 5 steps.
Attempt #3: What did I forget? A picture! and one more set of hugs.
It took me 3 tries to say good bye, to realize I am obsessed with hugs and that one picture really is worth more than a thousand words.
Love,
Steph
Funny Breakfast Quote: “You can’t try on bathing suits. It’s against public health policey!”
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