The View from Here

I don’t enjoy flying, and my anxiety level soars when I fly without Dan. I know it’s silly, but we have a little ritual that has helped make my solo flights much easier. When I am in my seat before take-off, I send Dan a text to let him know. He always writes back to say, “Holding hands,”as that’s what we do when we fly together. We can be thousands of miles apart, but when I see his words, I feel his hand in mine, and I am calm and ready for the flight. 

I just boarded in Lincoln, heading to Chicago before my connection home to Birmingham after being away for eleven days. I left my best friend at the gate, and we shed a few tears, as parting is always painful. We had such a wonderful time together at our conference, though, and we will see each other in September when our Amicitia Duo (Amicitia means ‘friendship’ in Latin) travels to Texas for a recital tour. It’s easier to part when we know we’ll see each other soon. 

Now it’s time for me to return to my sweet Dan, our goofy animals, and our loving home. Time to get ready for a very busy new semester. I am so grateful to have a friend like Diane who is truly my sister. She inspires me to be better every day in so many ways. I am also grateful to have Dan waiting at home for me, and I can’t wait to be in his arms again. He is my heart. I’m already holding his hand.