One more flight.
One more taxi, take off, cruising altitude, landing, and gate arrival.
One more afternoon of waiting to hear their giggles.
One more day of wondering how big they are going to look or how much it will seem like they have grown in just one week.
One more quiet dinner.
I will see my girls when they arrive at the ball field for Zoe’s game today around 6.
I know that they say that there’s no crying in baseball.
Thank God she plays softball because I plan on using lots of tissues.