So R and I had a wonderful little adventure tonight, and it was a simple one: we went to pick up MH at the airport. And we didn't wait in the car for her to call us, but instead we were waiting right there in the terminal as soon as she cleared security.
See? You see that smile on my face, on R's face, and certainly on MH's face?? That's right. Being met by a friend inside the terminal is just one of those priceless moments. I intend to make a habit of it.
No, traveling-consultants-who-fly-in-every-single-week, I do not mean you can expect to see me at the terminal every week. Pfft. But should you be flying here to see ME, well, then, certainly you can expect to see my smiling face!
In other news, I am recently returned from the Land of Sandlappers, and am happy to announce that all is well. TheNephew saw me across the cafeteria, and raced across it and jumped into my arms for a big ol' Uncle Jimmy hug. I turned to his teacher and said, "Never seen this kid before in my life."
TheNiece gave me a big hug when she got off her school bus to find her Californian uncle in her driveway.
Big hugs from little people make the world go 'round.
I'm just sayin'.
To the (many, many, many) peeps who live in the Palmetto State that I did not have the chance to visit, please accept my humblest and sincerest apologies. My time was, as ever, too limited to visit with all of you.
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!! :)