... of things that I am thankful for this Thanksgiving Day.
-- The two incredibly understanding women who sat in rows 17D and 17E on flight 747 from Sanford, Fla. to South Bend, Ind. the night before Thanksgiving. Not only did 17E hold Emilia so that I could use the restroom, but when I mentioned that I needed to find a changing table as soon as the plane landed, they both stood in the aisle of the plane, while I laid down a changing pad and changed Emilia right there in row 17.
-- The blonde flight attendant with a the blinking-Christmas-lights headband who carried Emilia up and down the aisle on the plane when the captain had turned on the fasten seat belt sign and I could not. She ended about 30 minutes of crying in about 10 seconds, and even let Emilia drool all over her ID badge.
-- The airplane worker who saw me trying to balance a baby in a Snugli on front of me, and a diaper bag/oversized purse on my shoulder, while lifting my carry-on over my head and into the overhead comparment. He happily dropped the trash he was collecting from a previous flight and did it for me.
... as well as the entire flight of tired and cold passengers who had to listen to my very unhappy child cry for the majority of the flight, and greeted me with understanding smiles as we exited the plane, instead of looks of annoyance.
And of course, for my mother who simply looked at Emilia and has had her smiling every since.