The Curious Adventures

I want to write and tell you all about how we missed our plane ride home yesterday, how I tried really hard not to cry in front of the gum snapping girl at the airline counter who rolled her eyes at me, how another kind woman got us a different flight home, how we were met at the airport with so many wide flung arms and hard hugs, how I almost cried when I saw my momma looking so thin in her black coat, how when we got to her house at 1:00 in the morning we sat on her bed and poured over the flavour map of chocolates and ate three in a row, one right after the other, and then drank tea on the couch until we were sleepy and warm. But mostly, more than anything, I want to tell you how my family is safe. How we will be together for Christmas, how my little brother and sisters are staying, how this time joy beat out grief, and how all I want to do is stuff all my family into one room together and just look and look and look at them all. And look.