Courage

So today I took that ride to the airport I have been anticipating and put my daughter on a plane to Italy. I made myself proud as I really didn't break until she hugged me goodbye. Then came the floodgates crashing open. Miraculously, I gained control much more quickly than I thought I could. I even summoned the courage to call her while I was on the way home and she was in flight for the first leg of her trip to tell her I was fine. I cracked jokes on the way home, kept a stiff upper lip....then I opened the door to my house. Everything was fine. I was lovingly greeted by Bruiser and Sandy but it wasn't the same. The ache came back to my heart but I forged through the day, taking care of business, cooking dinner, and so forth. Still every now and then a tear would fall. I'll be fine, I know that now. I promise this is the last down-spirited blog. Tomorrow, I'm back to blogging about my boy, and Christmas.
Who knows, I actually may even finish my shopping before the big day or feel as though I baked enough of cookies. Then again this is me I'm talking about. In the words I once spoke in front of someone who loved this following saying:
"It is what it is."