There is no place like home...

I have been reconfirmed in my pure disdain of flying. Too many people. Too many things going on. Too many things that can go wrong. Lines. Teeny tiny little seats. Motion sickness. No taking a time out. Horrible little bathrooms. I could go on.
I decided that I am a road trip person. I don't care how long it takes me to get there. It is much better driving. I am in my own enviroment. I choose who I sit next to. I choose if I need to pull over and take a break. I control the sounds in my Jeep. I have a spacious heated seat that is really quite comfy. I guess the key word in there is control. I am a self proclaimed control freak. I like things done my way and in my time.
The trip was okay. I got to see Daphne and her family which was wonderful. Her kids are getting so big and they are so much fun. Our girls remind me a lot of each other. I think they would of been the best of friends getting into some mischief or another if they had grown up next to each other. :)
The retirement ceremony, the whole point of going, was beautiful. I have actually never been to a retirement before but I think this one was extra special. Tim was a mentor to me right after I made Second Class. He had a huge part in me becoming a strong second class and I believe making First class so quickly. He is a wonderful man that always put everyone in front of himself. He refers to me as his little sister. :)
I had a good time and even got to sleep in one day, but I was so glad to be home with my babies. I left early on Sunday and went standby on the way home getting me there five hours earlier. I got to put them to bed that night. Bear still keeps telling me that he missed me. And I think that Bug has been hugging me a little bit tighter since I have been home.