I gave my husband a ride to the airport this morning. From Tucson he flies to Dallas-Fort Worth. Then it's a long flight to Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris. I thought of the times and the places we flew together and couldn't help but wish I was going too.
As I drove away, I saw him in the rearview mirror. Suit coat over his arm, wrestling with his luggage, he was off to his life in Paris.
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