It’s been an odd holiday season.

Right now, I’m at the airport waiting for ¾ of my people to come home. I’ve missed them.

My oldest had some rough days in there but we weathered his tantrums and anguish. I hate watching him suffer, and I wish I could take all of the burden from him but I don’t seem to be able to. Parenting is hard.

It’s been lovely to spend so much time with Misty/boy-side. With all the tradition that the holidays bring, it reminds me how we are anything but. We really buck the system.

Being at the airport makes me want to travel. I’ve always enjoyed airports… I love seeing people so openly expressing their love for each other.

I can’t wait to kiss and hug my kids.