I am at the airport leaving the states for ten days on business trip. It is the first time since Kenzie's birth I'm leaving both girls for such a long time. In the past I used to love coming to the airport because it means new adventures will begin. Now waiting here for a delayed flight two hours later, I'm bored out of my mind. I see babies and my ears pick up little person's whimpering, I already start to miss the girls. My mentality has changed forever. The carefree me who wouldn't think twice jumping off a cliff for some adrenaline rush is pushed to the back, giving in to a brute force called parental love.
