My dad has a North American flight pass that means flying is sort of like taking a cab or a bus for him. Right, yeah - he’s lucky. BUT…more importantly, I’m the lucky one who had the nice surprise of glasses (I left them in Toronto last month and have been warily night driving ever since) and a hug delivered to me personally Monday morning by a dad who lives 4000+ miles away. He had another meeting in L.A., and I got to reap the benefits. SCORE!

Now if only they would make an (affordable) FAMILY North American pass… then I would really be the luckiest girl in the world.