Have a nice flight.

Those are four words I love to hear when I fly.  I imagine most people don't think much of the phrase, but for this girl -- who is consistently running through the airport praying they haven't shut the door yet -- they're like candy.

After running and stressing and standing and begging and running and finally arriving at the gate; those words allow the first full exhale of my day of travel.

I'll be an adult one day and show up on time, but not today.