Atlanta at 4 am

I had to take my cousin, Chris, to the airport this morning. We got up at 3 am and did the last minute things.

Even at 4 AM Atlanta traffic is terrible.

After dropping him off I couldn't help but think about the last time I drove home from the airport. That trip was made through a haze of tears, loneliness, and a sense of not being complete.

This trip wasn't that different. One day my beau will be riding back with me. I can't wait.