How does that saying go?
If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all? Or how about Murphy’s Law? Anything that can
go wrong will. I know this sounds like a
whiney start but after the start we had to our getaway to Sean’s dad’s new home
in southern North Carolina on top of the year we’ve had thus far, it gets a
little tough to not have that outlook.
Mother’s Day ended up being a really rough day for me but I
survived it and that is about as good as I could have hoped for. I spent it with my babies the way that I am
able to and tried to enjoy being with my girl as best I could. We sang happy
birthday to her and focused the day on her as much as I was able to. In the end though I was glad it was over and
couldn’t wait to leave the next day to head down south.
The plan was to drive to Long Island to my parent’s house on
Monday morning and have my dad drive us to the airport since we were leaving
out of LaGuardia. We had an ok drive
there but of course Miss Kennedy was not having it when we suggested a
nap. We made it to the airport quickly,
got checked in and through security equally as fast, bought an overpriced
($7!!!) bag of gummy worms for her to snack on while we waited and on the plane
only to find out that our flight was CANCELLED! After waiting on line forever
in an airport that seemed to be on the budget plan for heating and cooling, all
the while being assaulted by my overtired and therefore over cranky toddler I
was about to lose it when were told we couldn’t fly out until Wednesday (thank
you, Spirit Airlines, you were awesome <insert sarcasm here>). In fact, truth be told, I threw a bit of a
tantrum myself. Poor Sean. The guy never stood a chance of peace that
night between these two mouthy chicks.
We hung around for a few days, saw some family, stopped at a
hotdog truck (guilty pleasure!) and made our way back to the airport for Take
2. This went much better with a quick
and smooth flight where not a peep was made from the little lady. We met Sean’s dad and step-mom at the airport
and began a great vacation that we’ve desperately needed. The change in scenery alone was enough to
allow Sean and I to catch our breath a bit.
I’ve always viewed myself as a northeastern girl through and
through but being down there in the warm weather and ocean and sand that was as
fine baby as powder, I was able to understand the urge to relocate or become a
snow bird at the very least. Between
watching her run in and out of the surf, collecting as many seashells as her
little hands could hold, and walking around with a bathing suit full of
sand, never once whining about it, I was one proud mama. You see, Sean is not a beach guy, but I live
for it.
While I was enjoying being away, my thoughts never strayed
far from Jack. I knew it would look like
a much different trip if he was there but I’d have taken it nevertheless. I’m not sure if I give off a certain vibe
when I am thinking about him but it is as if Kennedy can read my thoughts. Multiple times she said, “I wish Jack Holden
was here,” or “I really miss Jack” and “I bet Jack likes the beach too”. In any case, I am always amazed at the
empathy and sensitivity this this little girl shows.
That’s one side of Kennedy.
The other side never fails to show she has lived up to the middle name we
gave her. Egan means ‘little fire’. This kid shows the fire inside of her at
every turn whether it is scolding her Papa for biting his ice cream instead of
licking it, dancing in the middle of an amusement park like no one was
watching, going on a bungee jumper I was too nervous to go on myself,
explaining things to her father, who she already presumes is clueless, with her
little hands on her hips, or riding a roller coaster most 3 year olds (or 7
year olds for that matter) would be afraid to go on. There is a fire in her eyes and fire in her
heart. She loves everyone with a
fierceness that is sometimes hard to understand that a baby could know how to
do. Simply said she is magic.
And so as we wrapped up our trip and drove to the airport,
only to learn we were delayed again (I mean you can make this stuff up), I was
thinking about my luck again. But as I
looked over at this magical little girl that just announced, “I really love you
guys,” it was very clear. With Kennedy,
I got luckier than some people ever are in life. And the real truth of the matter is, in life
it isn’t about luck. It’s just about
love.
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