It really is the little things...
On my flight to Atlanta, Delta handed me the the standard bag of pretzels and it gave me a flash back.
My sister was just like I was when I was young. She was enthralled with plane travel and the anticipation of an airport terminal. I would tell her stories of my flights and my layovers and she always had this sweet gleam in her eye. I always brought her home the souvineer from my flights. Sometimes a cookie or a flight magazine...but mostly the pretzels.
She finally got to fly for the first time when she was about nine. While she and my mom were located in the Atlanta area, my dad and brother were down in the Florida Keys setting up for the island life they all now share. For months she pleaded with my mom to give the poor family SUV a rest and take a plane for their next visit. After months of shameless begging, the Gilmore Girls were booked for ATL--MIA. She undoubtably reminded me SO much of myself.
And onto the flashback. I found myself stuffing the pretzels into my bag this evening much like before. Except now the little lady has grown. She embarks on her own flights and travels. She now had her own adventure stories.
I'm so happy to have a sister to share this with. Even so, every time I go somewhere, near or far (or I hope, VERY far soon), I will always think about pretzels for Chloe.
