SWA-my life they will never know

As the months seem to fly by right now, my professional career gets farther and farther away from me. I realize I forget the little things: Remedy tickets, being on-call, attempts to sneak back in from a long lunch with Darla, my work number, I have to think for a second about my employee number. These were things that DEFINED my day for nearly 9 years. To my dying day, I will have nothing but happy memories and such pride of the company that provided for me during my 20's. And I am blessed to be able to make the decision to be home to raise my girls. That being said, work WAS a huge part of me and to a certain extend gave me my foundation of ideals as a voting/educated/working citizen. My girls will never see me at an analyst, coder, or project manager. Some days that blows my mind.

My dreams for my girls though are to be happy and have the drive to get them where they want to go. The funny is that this picture was taken at the Frontiers of Flight Museum, not even a Southwest Flight but yet I still get so much pride in knowing I was proud of my work in my past, the companies past, and seeing their future among it somehow. So many people at Southwest were my family during my growth years of throwing me crazy wedding showers, to letting me cry over infertility issues, to being hungover/sick in the bathroom from a SmartCamp Happy Hour on Friday mornings, and celebrating the birth of these 2 amazing little people with me.

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