Reykjavik

My Instagram Picture of the day:  "Good-bye, Doda and Woobee!  Tizzeee wubs you!"

Scott took Golda and Ruby to JFK today for their flight into independence.  Actually, they flew to Reykjavik.  They should be there now, with a tight connection, so I am holding my breath.  Then on to Paris, the city of their dreams!  I was so excited and nervous as they boarded their flight that I forgot I was supposed to meet my friends for lunch.  When they called, I jumped in the car, not noticing that a hornet was travelling with me.  Screaming, I pulled over and it quickly exited through a window, its stinger intact, thank heavens.  A minute later, something that looked very much like a hornet floated in front of my face, and I screamed and swerved again, only to realize it was a little wisp of cotton.  If you had seen me careening my way down Crestwood Road twenty minutes late for lunch, screaming at wisps of cotton, you would not have believed me if I said, "Ya, I feel good about this trip.  I feel calm."

Uh huh.  So calm.

If I was a little on edge, Scott was ten times worse.  He was a blubbering wreck when he dropped them off.  He cried.  They cried.  Everyone around them was sympathetically amused.  Everyone on Instagram was deluged with photos of the three of them bawling. Scott texted me, "I haven't felt these intense emotions since we were dating, and I don't like it!"

All day, my dad has been tracking the flight and sending me updates.
"They are over Labrador."
"35,000 feet, 520 knots."
"Between Greenland and Iceland."
"441 miles left to landing."

As I was writing just now, I got the hornet in the car feeling again, hoping the girls made their connection in Iceland. I just called Ruby and she and Golda are in Reykjavik, standing in line to board their flight to Paris.  They made their connection!  I am relieved.  Ruby said the airport is "really small, and it's the middle of the night, but it's kindof still light outside, and the people on our flight are the only people here.  It's kindof eerie."  She said it's foggy, so they couldn't see much outside.  So that's their tour of Iceland.

Now Scott is on his way home from New York.  The girls are on their way to Paris, at least on the plane.  It's all good!  I said to Scott today, after he gave Golda and Ruby a father's blessing, "The people on their flight are lucky.  They'll be protected all the way because they're with Golda and Ruby."  :)

I'm so excited for them.  As hard as it is to see them go, it's twice as thrilling to think of them living these big lives we have been preparing them for.  That said, Scott claims that none of our kids are ever going on missions, or ever leaving home for any reason, ever again.  Now all I need to do is get Scott home so I can talk him down, sweet daddy that he is.