
So on December 29th, Gary* and the girls dropped me off at the airport. I am so silly and sentimental, I always get a little teary when I leave my little family. They were so cute and brought me right up to the security gate to make sure I got through okay. I have such a sweet husband. And to top it off, he insisted on buying me a first class ticket to make my flight more comfortable. It was an anniversary gift he told me. (We celebrated our 13th anniversary on the 27th!) One of the main reasons he did this is because I really have a fear of flying and he thought if I could feel more comfortable at the front of the plane, I wouldn't be so anxious. What a sweetie. I am embarrassed that I am such a chicken. I honestly, don't think I would be so chicken if I wasn't always flying by myself. If I had Gary* there with me and the girls, I wouldn't be so freaked out.
Anyway, it was really cool getting to feel so pampered and comfy on the flight. It was fun to look down on all the "little people" from my throne up front. Just kidding - sort of. The flight was very relaxing until the end. I got a little anxious as we approached Salt Lake. There was some turbulence during the landing - the last 20 minutes. The only thing that helps me is talking to someone and I was lucky that the teenage boy sitting next to me was a nice kid and engaged in conversation when I attempted to "shoot the breeze". He was from Park City and returning from visiting his brother to Japan. He was also planning to attend Portland State next year so we had plenty to talk about. Phew!



We think that this boy behind me suspected we were trying to get a picture with him. You're cute and all, but I could be your grandma! There's no future for us. I think he was only attracted to my vibrant, new scarf anyway.

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