U.K. or BUST

I honestly didn't think I would make it on the plane.  I nearly turned around in the terminal and ran back to my car, as my dad was driving away with my two littlest.  

Probably because I didn't think I'd make to to London at all.  I don't know why, but leaving was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a long time.  Yes it was stressful getting everything done, but the hardest part was actually leaving.  

Tucking my children in bed the night before wondering if it would be the last time I ever get to do that (I was very nervous about this trip!) put me in tears. 

Saying good-bye to Brooke as she tearfully left for school in the morning had me in tears.

Thinking about how far away from them I would be had me in tears. 

Thinking about how long I would be gone had me in tears. 

I'm not an overly emotional person.

I don't cry that easily.  

Saying goodbye to Ashlyn at the airport put me over the top.

She didn't want to let me go.  

She didn't understand.

I worried the whole flight that she would still be upset.

I worried that Brooke would be weepy in her class.

I worried that my plane wouldn't actually land safely in London. 

I'm not a worrier, either.

I cried in line at the airport. 

I cried during our 10-hour flight.

John said, "Now you know what it's like for me every time I go on one of these long trips.  It's hard, isn't it?"

Christian tried to make it easier on me (he has been looking forward to grandpa staying for too long now).  He said, "Don't worry mom, I'll see you on the computer!"  It was no big deal for him.  Thank you Christian!

Our plane did land safely in London.  We arrived without incident to our beautiful hotel overlooking the Thames.  Now I'm looking forward to calling and skyping my children!