We arrived home from a trip to Mexico late at night.
Two little girls draped over our bodies, theirs limp and heavy. Sleeping.
Our girls travel well; they both love flying and are generally happy on the plane. Still there is nothing easy about traveling with little ones, it is completely exhausting.
We chase them through airports; take them on trips up and down escalators, and to the bathroom, all the while juggling bags, passports and boarding passes.
I always take a deep breath when we begin a travel day knowing it will be long.
Ricky and I glance at each other a babe draped over each of us and smile. It has been a good trip. We are tired but relish the moment of sweet stillness and the closeness of our girls.
The captain announced that it is raining in Portland, I smile.
Home.
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