|My Genium and I|
hit the road
(with "Sandy" in the trunk)
As I creep inch-by-inch toward the Tappan Zee Bridge, confidence shifts into minor panic.
I'm on a highway in the middle of nowhere, ALONE.
|70 miles to go...|
East Hartford, Connecticut is not exactly #1 on Trip Advisor's "summer getaway" list. But it's the midpoint between Vermont and Pennsylvania. Perfect for a quick reunion with a few people I love best!
It starts with a text to my sister Sam.
Want to have lunch in Hartford on Sunday?
As I press send, I know it's a half-cocked plan. In Vermont, her kids have colds. In Philly, my leg is iffy. Neither one of us is in the position to drive 8 hours. But halfway? That's tempting! It's been months since we've seen each other.
I’m not sure who’s more relieved -- me or Sam. After driving 200 miles herself, she's been entertaining 2 toddlers in a hotel room! Books and toys litter every corner. The desk holds a stack of sticky gummy bears.
|Look who's grown|
up since Act II :)
|I was so surprised,|
I sat straight up despite
the sutures in my belly!
And she doesn’t remember Mile 15, when we were both learning to walk.
But now she looks carefully.
We head down to the POOL.
At dinnertime, I help Sam set up a picnic for the kids on the floor. I squat to pick up crumbs from the carpet. I lift the kids. I even slide Brennan's crib across the room. With these 3 beside me, I feel like my old self. It seems there's nothing I can't do.
But when I take off my prosthesis for the night, I catch Riley watching again. She stands behind me, one leg tucked underneath her body like a flamingo.
She holds one of my crutches as if taking my hand. Together, we make our way across the room, hop by hop.
"Where's your BABY LEG?" she asks emphatically.
Fully dressed, I look down at my Genium. Here we go again....
But I'll take the questions. Here, in this random East Hartford hotel, I don't feel different or singled out. I just feel like an aunt. And sister.
And that's definitely worth the trip.