Excited

Maybe, someday, the day will come when I will dread plane trips. I may drag my heels through the concourse, grind my teeth as I stand in line to check my bags, and resent every step of the security checks. Possibly I will find myself bored as I wait at my gate,  or annoyed at the thought of being squeezed into a human sardine can for the next few hours. 

I may someday come to dislike the process of flying. 

But, my friends, that day is not today. 

I am at the airport today, traveling with my second-born to visit my third-born daughter who lives and teaches English in Seoul, South Korea. 

And I could not be any more excited.