Flight two, check. Melatonin, check. Sleep? Not so much. Emmers is still conscious, yet to sleep a wink. Those who know her are laughing- at us and not with us either. We can hear you. She is vacillating between laying across two chairs in the bustling airport Starbucks and this portrait of manic-happiness:
We should be boarding our last flight of this leg of the trip in a couple of hours. In my attempts to sleep on the last flight I found my thoughts constantly imagining our reunion with Lulu. A reunion set to take place tomorrow! It is finally sinking in…just a little.