This is an old story, but I like it so it is worth re-telling.
In 2001 I took a job that would require me to travel about 30% of the time. Troy and I had been married about three years and Paige and Britt were 6 and 11 years old.
On my first trip to Atlanta for a week away from home, all three of them brought me to the airport. It was before 9/11/01 so they were able to come past the ticketing area and we ate dinner at a restaurant, while we waited for my flight to leave Minneapolis.
I was all teary and sad about leaving them and said, "Change is really a hard thing to deal with. I don't like it."
Paige looks up from her food and says, with a lot of enthusiasm, "YEAH, I agree change stinks, I like dollars!"
