I write this while sitting on the couch in a Residence Inn outside of Washington, DC watching a Soprano Rerun and eating bad Chinese food.
This is not where I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be at a beautiful resort in Cancun with my husband, our three sons, one son’s fiancee, and one son’s “I hope-she’ll-eventually-be-the-fiancee” girlfriend celebrating my 50th birthday.
I decided to do this trip and bring the tribe along because this family is the best thing I’ve ever done. I could think of nothing better to celebrate my half century mark than giving a gift to the people I love most in the world to thank them for the gift they’ve given me.
Then last evening, while pulling everything together for the trip, I couldn’t find my passport. I’d used it to renew my driver’s license last week, and as ID at the hotel where we stayed for Christmas. And now it was gone.
We tore the house apart. Nothing. The hotel couldn’t find it. It had vanished. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so powerless in my life.
The kids and husband left early this morning for Mexico. And I tried as hard as … Continue Reading