I almost didn’t go.
The plane ticket was bought.
The race registration paid.
The bib number assigned.
The heart set on seeing her.
He had to get better.
For him, but also for me.
I needed this.
Other than birthing a sibling, I had never spent a night away from my babies. A mere week after Perry’s release from the hospital, my trip to Colorado to visit Kyla and race with her in the Bolder Boulder was to take place. Up until just a few days before departure, I was not sure I would be able to go. Perry had to be in a stable and in an okay place. I wanted so badly to go. But I also wanted to enjoy my time, not spend it worrying about everyone else. Luckily for Perry and me I got to board that plane. It was a fabulous adventure. I love this girl and love her whole family. I missed my babies and still worried, but this trip was worth it.
I feel like I held my breath for weeks, for Perry, for you, for this trip. In some ways it made your visit all the sweeter. A celebration of Perry’s recovery in addition to all of our fun! Love you.
Oh, I am SO VERY GLAD you got to go! You are so many things to so many people that every once in awhile you simply need to be YOU. Sometimes, being missed isn’t a bad thing and I bet you returned to your boys (all of them, including hubby
) with a refreshed and renewed spirit and stories to tell. How great is that? 
Hey there! Glad to know things are well in your world. Hope you’ll be back to sharing your beautiful photography more regularly soon.
It’s been so long since I’ve visited your page (ever since I stopped blogging, I have been a slacker about visiting my favorite bloggers). Therefore, I know I totally deserve it, but I’m still very sad I didn’t get to meet you in person when you were SO CLOSEBY. I’m glad you were able to make it. Kyla is awesome.