"Your room is ready," my darling niece texted. We're going on a little trip to Dallas, my husband, our two children, and me, to visit my newlywed niece and her husband. My daughter is tickled that the four of us are going on vacation together. "Do adult children really go on vacation with their parents?" she laughed. "Apparently," I replied. "Well, I can't wait," she said. Even better, my son made all the flight and car rental reservations, because I was underwater with work. And two weeks ago, my daughter took charge of booking rooms for us all on a family reunion cruise in the works for next summer. I'm so impressed that we are now in this place where my very competent children can take care of arrangements for the family. In years past, the designated travel agent would have been me. So what if my son booked our flights to Dallas way earlier than I would have chosen (we'll be heading to the airport in the middle of the night) and out of an airport I try to avoid because it's always under construction. My husband just shrugged, and I got his meaning. Our son took the initiative. Roll with it.
The photo up top is of my family, shortly after arriving in Dallas from our before daybreak flight. It was 9 AM and my niece and I were the only ones awake. I kind of love the photo.