my little artist

Since Danny spent a big chunk of our almost three hour layover in the Atlanta airport glued to the mini DVD player

and since his mother forgot that just because that mini DVD player is plugged in, it doesn't mean that the battery is charging

and since he spent the entire plane ride from Miami to Atlanta sleeping and was in no state of mind to do that again (meaning wide awake at 10:00 at night)

and since that same mother was smart enough to remember to pack a little notebook and crayons for the plane ride

Danny actually spent some time getting artsy.

He drew this.

It's his daddy (the tall one) and his baby sister (the small one)
and his puppies (the blue ones).

Since I had sent that baby sister with that daddy on the earlier flight

and since I'm not used to being away from her for that long

and since I was worried that Dan would forget to change her diaper or feed her or she'd cry the whole time or be a wreck on the plane

and since I missed them both

I cried.

But just a little

since I didn't have a tissue.