He looks up through lowered lashes. His impossibly brown eyes welcome me home.
His pudgy fingers lace with mine as he settles into my lap. His full weight rests against my chest. I kiss the top of his head. Feel his blond locks for myself.
And just for this moment, I close my eyes.
The gritty carpet at the airport washes away. A businessman in a sleek black suit rushes by. Ponytailed teenagers laugh as their flip flops smack towards home; I barely hear them.
I wrap my heart around home. The conference. This tired space in between.
BlogHer was amazing.
And everything in between.
I’m awestruck by who I met, what I learned, what we talked about.
A smile plays on my lips when I realize just how many women came together with a common passion, for a shared experience.
One heart keeper friend told me, “Stop apologizing.” I heard, “Stand tall. Be you.”
Another said, “Your reader might change when you get home.” I heard, “And that’s okay. Change is good.”
Yet another mouthed, ” I am so, so happy to meet you.” And I heard- just that.
In the end, I have a phone full of pictures, a notebook full of ideas, and a heart just plain full.
Through tight squeezes and loud laughter, clinked drinks and whispered tips- I left BlogHer11 better.
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