I'm sitting on a plane, about to take off after a weekend in Kentucky at home. I had a tearful moment after going through airport security, when I looked back to see my two youngest nieces with their hands and faces pressed against the window. Waving goodbye to them tore at my heartstrings, but I have no regrets about leaving again.
That said, it was a beautiful weekend with my family and two old friends that squeezed in time to see me.
Things I am leaving with:
A shirt, pants and an orange 'shamwow' washcloth from my sister, for reasons I still don't get.
A hundred thousand hugs and kisses from 8 of my 9 nieces and nephews, all four of my stepsiblings, all four of my parents, and two of my best friends ever.
A very likely head cold from all the little ones who wouldn't get, literally, out of my face for more than a few minutes ;)
3 new rings, picked out by two oldest nieces and given to me by my stepdad.
They're probably not worth much in value, but I"m leaving feeling like the richest person in the world, going home to a life that still feels like make-believe.