I dropped my husband at McCarran thirty minutes before he was to take to the Friendly Skies. It was a Monday night and he only had one carry-on, so getting through security would be quick. Plenty of time.
I hurried home. My two sons and I were off to a middle grade school football game. The stadium was packed, but we found our way through the crowd, me toting my backpack full of goodies and my video camera, and found a place to sit. I don't remember who won, I guess it didn't matter.
It was dark when we left the game and I'm sure I looked up at the steady stream of airplanes flying into Vegas. Most people don't notice, but since my husband worked for one of the major airlines, I knew as long as they were in their standard path everything was fine. It rarely deviated. I couldn't imagine the night sky without the lights of the planes carrying thousands of visitors from all over the world to visit our city. We take comfort in strange things, this was one of mine.
The boys and I talked about school during dinner. "D" was excited about his upcoming competition that involved building a city of the future. "T" was into sports and although he had signed up for soccer for the fall season, he was already talking about basketball in the Spring.
After the boys were in bed, I watched the news. Bermuda was expecting a storm. Suicide bombers in Israel and Afghanistan. All so very far away. My husband called to say he had arrived safely in San Francisco so I got ready for bed. The doors were locked, my dog on guard duty. We were safe.
In bed, I thought about how the next several years would directly influence the rest of my sons lives. Everything at school, everything at home, everything that happened around the world. What kind of men would they become? In ten years, what would be important to them? I could imagine "D" an engineer and "T" in a more physical profession. A fireman. Yes. I liked that idea.
As I shut my eyes, I thought about the next day. Tuesday. Nothing special. Just another day. I was okay with that.
How quickly things change.