Our day began well before the sun rose. The alarm went off at 4:15 am so that we could get Emily to the airport with plenty of time before her 7:00 am flight. When I went in to wake her up, the first words out of her mouth were, “I was eating steak.” That’s my kid. She’s nuts.
All too soon we had loaded the car, driven to the airport, checked in, and got to the gate. My stomach was churning, and I knew the tears were right around the corner. I was so grateful for having my stoic British husband by my side to help keep me from crying.
Once they called her to board, though, it was impossible not to cry. I tried my best to smile. I told her how much I loved her and reminded her of the great stuff she had waiting for her on the other side and how great it will be when she comes back. Teary-eyed, she disappeared down the Jetway, and I collapsed in a chair, holding back sobs, and waited for her plane to pull away from the gate. Geoff put his arms around me, and though I felt extremely sad, I felt safe.
He brought a smile to my face by telling me that if Emily was going to Hogwarts, we would only see her at Christmas and in the summer anyway. What a genius. He completely distracted me with a conversation about how jealous I would be if Emily really were going to Hogwarts and why Hermione almost never spent any time with her parents. I mean seriously, she was with the Weasleys almost every Christmas and summer. Also, did she confund all of the immigration officers in the UK and Australia when she sent her obliviated parents there? Immigration is complicated. That’s a lot of magic to work.
See, it totally worked. He found a way to make me smile. So, instead of flying off across the ocean, I’ll pretend that she left on the Hogwarts Express for an amazing adventure. Whatever it takes to get me through.
Emily made it home to New York with no problems other than losing a stuffed Smurf off of an escalator. It’s time to start planning all the fun and exciting stuff we’re going to do when she comes back.