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Nothing was going to stop us.
I sprung for surprise Taylor Swift tickets for my daughter’s 13th birthday, and she wept with joy. My two daughters and I spent a full month planning our outfits, and it felt like heaven. It required us to fly across the country but we would have flown across the world. I was hell bent.
As the date approached, I tracked the comings and goings of our aircraft like a hog on a truffle. “Where Is My Plane?” Friends, I always knew. I frequently updated my cork board flowchart of backup options for cities we could fly into, rent a car, and drive overnight to SoFi stadium in case our booked flight crapped out.