Emotional

I am an emotional person. It is in my DNA. I get misty-eyed frequently, much to the dismay of Lucy who executes the perfect pre-teen eye roll in an attempt to fend off actual tears. Today marks one week before we three girls board our United flight to Brussels to join Brian on our great family adventure. Yesterday I started to get emotional about the prospect. I was talking to a work colleague and the excitement and joy of planning this journey with my family was building. I don't know if he noticed me welling up a bit; Lucy would have for certain.

And I'm OK with that. I want to savor each moment of the anticipation and then every single solitary second of our travels. I get to have five weeks with my family, no work, hardly any email (OK I'm sure I'll check occasionally), just enjoying them and being along for the ride of discovery that my girls will have. I did not have this type of opportunity when I was 8 or 11 years old. I feel lucky to have the chance to give it to them and share it with them.

I'm going to be my emotional self and it will be difficult to hide. Not that I want to. To quote Katy Perry, "Come on let your colors burst!" And another short quote, from the petite, retired Belgian tennis star with a perfect one-handed backhand, Justine Henin, "Allez!"