I will still bring a book, but, this time, I imagine that there will be no time to escape into it. There are two little girls who will be excited, anxious, and a whole bucket of emotions on their first airplane ride. I am constantly thinking, thinking, thinking of the necessities for a successful trip with a two-year-old and four-year-old.
It is overwhelming, even though I know we can do it. Even though I know we will do it. Maybe it will be horrible. But maybe it won't.
I've already promised my husband that we must say goodbye to the savvy journeyers we used to be. My life-long goal (finally reached at my last solo visit out to my sister) of just using a large purse as my carry on, will now be a distant memory until we are retirees hopping from one continent to another.
No, we will most definitely be the annoying and s-l-o-w and harried family of four, juggling a stroller and car seat and carry-ons and two whining children, and avoiding the eye contact of all other passengers. We will be those people.
And that's okay. Because we are a family of four. And it takes more to travel with small kids. And we've never done it before.
It is nerve-wracking, and overwhelming... and exciting, and joyous. The pounding of my heart, I can feel from my head to my toes. The roller coaster riding my stomach is doing, will only get worse and worse until we are there. But seeing my sister, taking the girls on an adventure, it is all so wonderful it makes me giggly. Giddy.
Any pain from traveling the unknown, will be worth it. That is something I feel from my head to my toes, too.