I should forewarn you.
This is probably going to get sappy.
My big girl just left for three whole weeks. My mama came to get her & they flew back to Alaska. To a small fishing village with heaps of snow. To two black labs and a house on the sea. To my brother. And to a Papa who can't wait to teach her how to ski.
There she goes….
I know…. she's technically just going to grandma's house. But have you seen a map? Do you know how far away Alaska is from Louisiana? Really far!
I can't help but look at these photos and see the same sweet grin that's always been there. You know…. this one. And yet, there she is. Taller than her Grandma. Suitcase. Caffè breve. Thirteen. Funky outfit complete with the much loved purple kicks. She's growing up.
She gave me the biggest hug goodbye. My sweet girl. And then she was off…
It ended up taking them three days to get to Cordova. Usually it's just two, but they overflew last night and ended up in Juneau instead. This is common flying in Alaska in the winter months. If you saw the places these planes landed…. you'd be impressed. Or concerned.
I got phone postcards though. Which I adored…. and wanted to share with you…
from Seattle :: "all checked in & having breakfast!"
from Yakutat :: "Jade was so excited that we got to sit next to a celebrity on our flight from Yakutat to Cordova. Actually she was a stowaway in the seat pocket that we assisted in helping buckle up."
I see postcards from foreign countries in my future. All starting out the same….
"Hi Mom, Hi Dad. Guess what……"
Traveling is in these kids blood. It's what they've always lived, always done. I know they'll each forge their own trails in the years ahead. Have their own adventures. I can only hope they find the time to send their mama a postcard every now and then…..