Today my honey of 10 years left town on a short business trip. In all our time together we have only spent a night apart on a couple of occasions. This trip will be two nights and there was a flight involved. So last night I quickly whipped up some knitted luggage identifiers to mark my old suitcase set for him.
Safe travels.
Love it. And I’m sure he was glad that you had a matching cuff so that he was able to locate you at the airport?
That would have worked great… except that I got lost and ended up in the Metroparks before finding the airport. So there was no romantic airport reunion after all. Instead, a frazzled and freaked-out wife picking up her beleaguered husband (whose baggage was delayed anyway so the timing worked out) in the airport terminal turn-around. Even if the pickup didn’t work out as planned, it’s all good now. I’m so happy to have him home again!
I should have taken N up on his offer to help with the pick up! On the other hand, my navigationally-proud husband has finally admitted that I need a GPS thingy.