This past week was full to the brim. Sometimes even running over the top. The flight from Omaha to Phoenix was enjoyable and then I waited at the Phoenix airport a few hours for the flight to Flagstaff. The plane to Flagstaff was not the puddle jumper I was picturing; I have flown in much smaller planes in the past so it was nice to see that 25 passengers were settled into the plane with plenty of room. My overhead bag would not fit in the much smaller compartments on the plane though, so a flight attendant politely took my bag to the baggage compartment. When I deplaned, the bags were lined up on the way to the airport facility, so I plunked down my carry-on and headed for the building. I saw my daughter's hair and face through both sets of glass doors and by the time I was inside, she and I walked up to each other and wrapped our arms around each other and breathed in the love. It is an hour drive from Flagstaff to where she lives, so we chatted and adjusted my eyes to the dark highway, trying to spot any critters.
I got home Tuesday night and am catching up with emails and my usual activities at the senior center. When I get settled I will write about the things I saw and the lovely time I had with my daughter and son-in-law and my granddaughter and grandson. I had a truly wonderful time and look forward to another trip there. My cat, Lola, is happy I am home, she keeps telling me that.