Yesterday I was being driven to the airport and texted a girlfriend to let her know that I was headed out of town. She replied, “Eight years ago today you were also at the airport”. I had no idea, at first, what she was referring to. We had not ever traveled together and there was no way that she should have recall of my solo itinerary from eight years ago.
Then it hit me. Eight years ago I went with her to Philadelphia International Airport so that she could meet her baby daughter. The little bundle of joy did not arrive by a traditional stork, per se, but by a jet airliner from Korea.
Eight years ago both their lives changed forever. And so did mine, being able to see the “birth” of this little girl.
Happy “Gotcha Day” RG!
