The Christmas market was a reminder of childlike wonder.  Children were everywhere; wide eyes, smiles, laughter, balloons, cotton candy and gingerbread filled the air.  We were shoulder to shoulder with every nationality.    Dan and I kept on saying "oh, the kids would love that". 

I am sitting at the airport eating a crusty, buttery, flaky croissant.  I have eaten too many of these this week but I think all the walking counter balanced the fattening little treats. 

My eyes feel heavy and I am enjoying the quiet at the moment.  I glance up every now and again at my man.  So proud of him and thankful that I get to join him on this adventure.  This would not be happening if it weren't for him.  

I am bubbling over with anticipation to see my little chicks.  I can't wait to relieve my Mom of mothering my children.  I know that she has enjoyed herself (I hope) but I know how tiring it is as well.

"American Airlines, flight #49, ready for boarding"............that would be me.