I just got back from a quick trip to the city where I handed over my daughter's passport at the Swiss Embassy so they could place a travel visa in it.
The consulate is only open very limited hours in the summer so I was racing through heavy Friday morning big city traffic to try to get there on time.
I made it with about fifteen minutes to spare.
I raced in, ran out and was thrilled that I got back to my van before the very expensive and again, very limited parking time ran out on the meter.
Then, as I was driving home, I realized that I never really looked at the passport before I handed it over at the embassy.
I think it was my oldest daughter's passport.
But, it could have been mine or her sisters or her brothers too – they all look the same on the outside.
Someone in my family is going to get a visa to travel in Switzerland this fall.
Let's just hope it's the one we booked the flight for.