Traveling: Don't Talk to Strangers

My amazing, generous mother offered up her air miles so that Hattie and I could tag along with my sister Megan and her girls' trip to Washington.  It was so nice to go home to Anacortes.  I haven't spent much time in my hometown since Mom moved away. But the trip was difficult at the same time.  I had to be away from Kurt, I missed and worried about him.  And I had to talk to people.  I tried not to, but kind, well-intended individuals can make me cry.  The simplest of questions- how many kids do you have?  Or do you have any more kids?  Since I was with Hattie.  The main question asked, as we were with my sister and her 3 girls, was wow!  Look at all those girls!  No boys?!

I actually did start crying a couple times.  There is a boy.  There is a perfect, beautiful, sweet, happy, boy.  He's just not here.  And I miss him so much.

And sometimes I would wonder how no one knew.  How does everyone in the world not see my pain?  Not see that a little boy should be in my arms?  It's so huge, and all encompassing...to me. But the world goes on.  I know this.  I know that my pain and suffering is but a drop in the bucket to what the world has seen.  And I don't even want to talk to unknown people about this, so why should it bother me that they can't see my pain?  I don't know.

Despite my personal hardships, we did have a good time.  At least one misadventure has made it into the canon of Mom's bedtime stories for Hattie.  More to come on that!

Hattie was excited to "go way up in the air in an airplane!"  I wish the enthusiasm had lasted.  The landing of our second flight was quite awful- Hattie was one unhappy girl.  Screaming and crying.

We were glad to have a stroller in the airport!

We did eventually make it to Washington!  Here are the girls eating on the back porch at Moppy and Poppy's.  Breakfast is always better with horses.

When it's too cold to swim- take a bath!