My mother is on the plane now, probably taxiing through the tarmac. It's been a whirlwind 5 hours.
She came home late from work. Had to get the rest of her packing done. Went to the airport late.
She was all nerves. I usually can tell when she's getting nervous. It's funny and albeit a bit frustrating.
The funniest part of checking in is that her carry-on luggage was 2x the weight allowed. When the clerk asked her to take stuff out, she zipped open the bag and then proceeded to take out two of the three Bibles therein. When weighed again, it was still overweight, so we took out the third Bible.
"Mom! Why do you have three Bibles?" I asked.
"Wha--? No, that one is Amplified!"
You'd only understand if you know my mom...