A letter from a stranger on the plane

A stranger on a plane wrote us a letter.

I remember watching her furiously scribbling on scrap paper and napkins, but I had no idea those notes were for us…


We were all on a flight home to California from Virginia. Five long hours together on an airplane. She was travelling alone, we had two one-year-olds. Two little sock monkeys (it was Halloween!) who recently learned how to walk. Thank goodness we made it all in one piece! (Or, rather… four whole pieces?)

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