Nov 12, 2021
3 min read
So much baggage
And I’m not talking about the emotional kind
On what was probably our first trip together, before my husband became my husband, I stood outside Dulles airport waiting for him to park the car. He’s so sweet. He drops me off, so I don’t have to walk from the lot to the departure gate. All I need to do is watch the luggage. All the luggage.
