Butterflies

My dad used to work as an aircraft mechanic for Delta, so he had flight benefits. Long drives? As a kid, they didn't exist. If we wanted to go somewhere, we just flew. We flew standby -which is an adventure in itself- but add a family of 7 all flying standby, and you have some intense flying experiences on your hands. We've waited, as a family, in the Atlanta airport for over 12 hours on more than one occasion. We've split the family onto two separate flights so that we could all get to the same place. So, needless to say, I'm comfortable around an airport.

Or at least, I thought I was. But when I was dropped off at the GSP airport this morning, someone was seriously shaking up the butterflies in my stomach. I looked down at my stomach, willing them to stop, because, why would I be nervous? And then it hit me . . . I've flown so many times, but I've never flown alone. When you live in a family with 7 kids, you don't do many things alone at all.

Now I'm sitting at gate A5. I got my tickets, made it through security, and found my gate. But the stinkin' butterflies are still there. I should catch them, so we can add them to my little brother's bug collection.