Rhode Island - Day 7

Before catching a flight, I caught up for lunch with L again.  She gave me a tour of my old office building at the SP that has been renovated recently.

Got to check out her office

And the bathrooms!  Which you can only comprehend if you were to have seen the deplorable before.  

These stairs I have carried countless car seats up and down.  And spent many pregnant days ascending them laboriously in heels.  

Eventually I would pour myself onto a plane.  Coming home to the babies I miss most of all.  The TSA agent would as "how are you", look at me and just hand me a tissue.  But mostly the tears were joy.  For memories of arriving as a couple, flying "home" alone with teeny tiny Boo to introduce a new baby to loved ones in the west, dropping a husband off to start a new job in the west... and then finally arriving with one very old dog, and seeing her through security, tending to her a just as tenderly as we were to our breaking hearts.  Saying final goodbyes in the drop off lane, that remain the most tender and heartbreaking of my life.  Mr and I sat a row apart on that last flight.  We never spoke, but he'd glance back at me with tears in his own eyes, and we'd exchange tender heart felt glances of grief as we left this beloved beautiful life we had built.  It was sad.  It still is.  Tears run down my face as I type it.  But we are building a new life here in the west.  And these women, my friends, the most amazing people I know, are still a part of my life.  The memories we made are ours forever.  The babies I ache so much for are beautiful growing young women, and I still get to keep them all.  What wonderful love filled tears they are.  

Forever grateful for the husband who made this trip, and all trips possible.