The journey is over.
47,556 words, 200 pages. Defended. Paperwork filed.
Crashed with my sons, daughter-in-law, and grandsons. Called husband.
I’m now Dr. Mom, Dr. Gramma, and Dr. Dear.
And sitting in the airport waiting for a flight back home, I feel a bit lost and empty.
Maybe I’ll have something to say about it later. Maybe not.