Declan and I headed out to the airport at the butt-crack of dawn Saturday morning, only to come to a screeching halt at the security line. (Oh yeah. Duh. It’s Memorial Day weekend.) But this most have been the mother of all Memorial Days, because the security line, at 7am, Saturday morning, not only filled the entire queue inside the big white tent at DIA – it rounded the corner and filled up half of the baggage claim area as well.
I called my mom and warned her we probably would be missing our flight.
But, in a miracle of time and space – including some literal dragging of a 4 year old as I ran at warp speed to our gate – we made it onto the plane with about 3 minutes to spare. Then the poor guy seated next to me made it with literally 1 minute to spare and pretty much popped a lung to do it – he was frantically trying to make it to his best friend’s wedding at the Naval Academy the next day. A sight not to be missed, for sure.
After we safely arrived at my mom’s house near Annapolis, I promptly melted from the humidity and my hair stayed soaked for the rest of the weekend. I have finally realized not to even bother with my hair while on the east coast and accept the fact that it will look like poop. Embrace it, rejoice in it, and it’s easier to look in the mirror – I promise.
And as my mom and aunt kindly babysat Declan for the evening, I headed to downtown Annapolis to meet up with my friend Christina, her husband Sam and their near-6 year old son Adam. We had a yummy dinner and then proceeded to make a spectacle of ourselves on the Annapolis docks, taking portraits of their family while I contorted myself all over the wood planks. Whatever, I’m from Colorado, right?
The results were totally worth it anyway.