I was scheduled to leave for New York this morning for four days of business with a sprinkle of pleasure mixed in.
Because it's New York and when is that not a pleasure, right??
I woke up early, showered quietly in the dark, kissed my littles goodbye and silently watched them stir and contemplate waking for the day before rolling back over and deciding against it. I dragged my poor dad to the airport and made him help me with my bag. You're never too old to have your dad help you with your bag, are you?? I started to walk away from his idling car, half of my heart still back at home, leaving soft kisses on those warm little cheeks. The other half of it wandering thousands of miles ahead, strolling the city streets with wide eyes and a mind ready for a much-needed dose of inspiration and wonder.
And then my dad called out to me, breaking up my reverie.
Flight cancelled, my mom was reporting via text message. You're never too old to have your mom track your flights in real-time, are you??
I watched and listened while a woman standing feet away from me expressed her immense frustration. The impatience in her, the anger in her voice, the frustration in her body language...it felt so foreign to me.
I was sad for a bit. I was looking forward to that extra day in the city. That inspiration and wonder.
But alas, it wasn't ready for me.
So instead of losing my cool and pouting, I headed back to my dad's waiting car. He loaded my bag back into the trunk.
I patiently called the airline and rescheduled for tomorrow. Adjusted my hotel reservation and let my client know.
I came back to my little suburban office and got to work, checking on clients, accomplishing things I hadn't planned to accomplish today.
And then I took a break and baked some cookies for my kids to come home to after school. They weren't expecting to come home to me so hopefully this will make it extra sweet.
Fresh, lovely chocolate chip cookies. A little chewy in the middle and crisp around the edges. Loaded with good chocolate chips, the quality ones. Just a hint of brown sugar within.
It turns out Monday wanted to give me cookies and a few extra hours with my kids instead.
Tomorrow, there will (hopefully) be New York.
But today, there are cookies.
Full of inspiration and wonder in their own little way.
I hope someone got that woman at the airport one, too.
*originally published in February 2015, here is my favorite recipe