A few weeks ago I received a text from a Texas friend with an ultimatum. Either we get down there or they were coming to Chicago. Soon.
A couple more texts, a visit to AA.com, and a quick check of calendars and we were headed to Texas. A quick impromptu weekend trip with not one thing on the agenda.
We dropped our bags at the door, knew exactly what room was ours, and settled right in. This is our Texas home. And if feels good to be here.
12 years later and we never run our of things to talk about. New stories and old stories, and somehow there are still stories that come out that have been buried deep. Stupid embarrassing things that only the truest of friends will comprehend. These are the people that we tell everything to. There's no judging here, and the only expectation is that you be yourself. This is the circle of trust. Our circle.
We spent as much time as possible outside playing bags, bacci ball, watching little legs run up and down long sidewalks, refilling bubble dishes, and coloring with chalk. And when the sun said farewell we had dinners together, bath parties movie night with popcorn, bedtime stories, and moon spotting.
Thank you to the Woods and Avelars for dropping everything to spend time with us. We had a fantastic weekend. I'm only sorry that it went so fast.
And for a small side story. Our trip home was sort of a disaster. Troy flew straight to North Carolina so C and I flew home on our own. Our flight was delayed an hour meaning we didn't take off until after bedtime. Not a big deal...unless a certain toddler decides not to sleep and instead does everything possible to stay awaken. This includes asking to go to the bathroom mid flight. Three times. Have you been in an airplane bathroom? With more than one person? Wait, don't answer that.
We land around 10:30pm only to fine a cab line a mile long. I wish I were kidding. We didn't have winter coats, it was 20 degrees with bitter wind. We (the giant car seat, suitcase, tote, and toddler) tried the line. We lasted 5 minutes. A quick call, while on the edge of tears, resulted in a calm husband with a solution. We walked/rolled to the attached hotel and had the concierge call a cab for us. Paid double the fare to get home, but didn't care at that point.
Through all of this, Charlotte was amazing. She did not whine, cry, complain even once. I could not have been more proud.