Atlantic Musings

In three hours and forty-three minutes, we are supposed to touch down just outside of London, which means I am writing this from 31,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean. Strange place perhaps to be writing, but my fellow passengers are either sleeping, attempting to sleep, or are watching one of the many in-flight movie choices. And me, well, I can’t sleep. It’s 7:24pm in California and 3:24am in England. Unless I can squeeze in a catnap, I am going to go into my first day of traveling without any sleep. Par for the traveling course and nothing I haven’t done before.

I have to write today though because I am simply grateful. I am grateful for the people in my life – the good friends and family that are there no matter what…and who are there whether you need someone to rant to or merely need a vanilla milkshake.

One of my favorite people on the planet is Hillary. Hill had her baby on Thursday night. He’s a perfect baby boy with a head of dark hair and a look that is reminiscent of Dylan when he was tiny with those ever present Collette facial features mixed in. Hill, though, did not have an easy time in recovery and post-delivery had multiple clots which led to blood transfusions and the type of fear that no one should have to face. I know this all sounds melodramatic, but I know no one with a kinder heart or brighter smile than Hillary Collette. I still have days where I can’t believe I get to be one of her closest friends. I am so grateful she’s okay. And I cannot believe she has four children, but that’s a completely different conversation.

With that I’ll stop with the rambling from somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Can’t wait to catch up with you now that summer is finally here. See you after my audience with Her Majesty The Queen (or rather my short adventure exploring the English and Welsh countryside). Cheers!