Thursday, May 17, 2007

9:45 pm: I arrive at Westchester County Airport on time after an easy, breezy flight from Chicago. No delays, no lost luggage. It must be a sign from g-d. There’s my mom, she spots me making my way to the exit. She’s waving one arm in the air and grasping her cell phone with the other. I run over to her and she smothers me with kisses. I’m home. Let the marathon begin.