Flying Solo

This morning, early, I left the family behind to fly to Missouri to attend the wedding of one of my cousins.  As we were on approach to land at Atlanta (for a breakfast layover) I spotted another plane also headed in for a landing.


I prepared meals, coached Patrick, and arranged for a little play time with friends.  Even so, now that I'm settled in Missouri, it feels weird to be here alone.

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