Today I said goodbye to my kids. That is, my dad, my uncles, and my aunt. I stuck some last-minute items into their carry-on bags and gave them hugs goodbye before their departure to Vietnam for a week. It's weird, I really felt like a parent watching my kids go, making sure they had everything they needed. What's weirder - I liked that feeling. I think I am inherently very maternal. I hope my dad eats the cashews and Cheerios I gave him for his cholesterol and forgoes his plan to order the apparently free beer they have available on the plane. I hope my uncle Stu takes the Tylenol I gave him when his undone (ew) stomach stable starts bothering him. And I hope my aunt keeps warm with the blanket I stuffed into her bag.
Insert Love in the Time of Cholera quote about marriage here.
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