Grace has arrived in Florida. She flew on Sunday morning (above, going through security, following her grandfather). Matt took her and John to Logan on Sunday very early, and I woke up at 7:30 with a start: we forgot to pack the bears. Now of course this had double humor for me given the recent blog post about Whit’s monkeys. Matt pulled in at home, I threw a pajama-clad Whit into the backseat, and leapt into the car in my own pajamas, teeth unbrushed, clutching brown bear and yellow bear. We raced to Logan and I ran through the terminal like a crazy woman towards security. Grace and John came back through security (which was, inexplicably, a zoo at 8am on a Sunday morning), took possession of the bears, and calmly returned to their gate. It was a close call, I’m told, with boarding, but I think it was worth it. Grace was totally composed and brave waving goodbye to me; it was I who stood and watched her little form walk down the hall and followed her as she was swallowed up into the crush of travelers.
I miss her already. John is terrific about sending daily reports and photographs, and it appears that everyone’s having a total blast so far.