We were up at 4:00 am in nervous anticipation. Kim was anxious about making her connection in Paris with only an hour to spare. Mixed emotions filled the air as the clock ticked away the minutes for her departure. All of us have new events looming before us that we have to deal with.
I walked Kim down to the shuttle; we had to wait about five minutes. When the shuttle pulled up and we hugged, we both started to cry. It had been twelve years since we saw each other; we easily picked up where we left off as if no time had passed at all. Now we are starting that countdown clock one more time.