“There’s a big storm brewing. You might not make it out to New Jersey!”
“It’s going to be fine.”

“Wow. The redeye? I sure hope the kids sleep for you!”
“It’s going to be fine.”

“Good luck with the trip! Hope you survive!”
“It’s going to be fine.”

“Little L is going to be on your lap? Uh oh.”
“It’s going to be fine.”

“Have a wonderful time with your family!”
“It’s going to be awesome.”

Saturday night we fly east for Christmas. C can’t wait to see her cousins and I can’t wait to hang out with my sisters. The redeye flight though the storm with Little L not sleeping on my lap is going to be worth every treacherous mile.